Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Best Gift to Give

I'm participating today in a road trip blog carnival. The idea is to connect with other bloggers through answers to a writing/reading related question posted on the YA Highway. I've lurked long enough through the weeks I've known about this. No longer. I want to share my answer with you.

Today's question: What gift would you give a favorite character and why?

The past has absorbed me for a year now, both in my writing and in my reading and so my gift is for characters, real and fictional, who work hard to dig into the past, to report it no matter what the facts present.

I'm thinking of Sarah's Key. No the gift isn't for Sarah, although I imagine Sarah could use this gift. My gift is for Julia if I remember her name correctly, the reporter, storycatcher actually, who peeled away the layers and uncovered Sarah's story.

I give her peace.

What she discovered didn't give her peace. It unsettled her. It changed her life and it changed my life, too. From her I learned that the past has secrets that eat away at the soul of the storycatchers. I learned that some stories are best kept unspoken, close to the heart.

Storycatchers need a special kind of peace.

Catch of the day,



  1. lovely. Thanks for joining in the YA hwy road trip.

  2. Welcome to the road trip... It's a great group. The gift is peace is always good.

  3. What a nice gift.
    Merry Christmas!

  4. Peace is a beautiful gift.

    Welcome to Road Trip Wednesday!

  5. May you be granted the peace you seek. "...Wonderful counselor, Prince of Peace..." Tis the season...May the Joy of Christmas live in your heart throughout the entire year. Blessings on you, as you bless us.

  6. Thanks everyone. I don't know if you've read Sarah's Key, but I highly recommend it. The main character uncovered a disturbing story about a child, Sarah, during the German occupation of France. I've heard disturbing stories, too, since I began this project. That's why I connected with her as she dug deeper and deeper into the story behind the key.

    I did see peace this Christmas. It was a blanket of snow, six inches deep that covered the jagged edges, silenced the night and restored my soul. Now I know why everyone dreams of a white Christmas.

    All is well.