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Airel

Was shopping at Costco the other day and came across a man at a table doing a book signing.  He was local author, Aaron Patterson, promoting a book series he's writing with another man, Chris White.  Since they're both from Boise I thought I'd be supportive, so I bought 'Airel'.


I've read most of it and have found it's sort of a 'Lord of the Rings' meets 'Beauty and the Beast' meets the history of the Greek Gods and Goddesses and the Bible, with a bit of 'Twilight' thrown in.

Anyway, I did come across this part (pg. 338) last night, and though the concept/idea is as old as time, it's something that (especially) YA girls need to keep hearing...

"It means that you have to find out who you are.       
Who are you, Airel?  
Do not be defined by the man you love; 
do not lose who you are in the love of another.  
We can only love the way we were created to if we are first whole in ourselves."

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Sunset over Sierra Nevada Mountain Range... FOR Sierra <3 How fragile life is, how certain death ... Every thoughtful person has asked himself the question best phrased by Job of old: "If a man die, shall he live again?" Try as we might to put the question out of our thoughts, it always returns. Death comes to all mankind. It comes to the aged as they walk on faltering feet. Its summons is heard by those who have scarcely reached midway in life's journey. At times it hushes the laughter of little children. ... We do not know when we will be required to leave this mortal existence. And so I ask, "What are we doing with today?" ~Thomas S. Monson~