After 20 Scarpettas and at the end of the year number 20, The Bone Bed, saw its birth I think it’s time to review the series in its whole. Many critics have said a lot, and I won’t sing in their chorus about Patricia Cornwell being a gifted writer, the mother of CSI, the bestselling […]
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How to survive when that fragile soul, so frayed at the edges, and the tormented heart come undone? Fall to fragmented pieces you will never be able to put together again? When it is like jumping, head first, into an ocean of shards, slicing, cutting your skin? When you are nothing but raw flesh and
I am an island. Sort of out at sea, but that sounds like a fishing vessel without engine, the sails torn, and no captain aboard. Somewhere far out on the ocean. But this is not me. I’m not adrift – am grounded. Am not a lonely island, on which one can ignite fire for fire