"My husband did not mean to kill Annie Doyle, but the lying tramp deserved it."
"On the surface, Lydia Fitz Simmons has the perfect life - wife of a respected, successful judge, mother to a beloved son, mistress of a beautiful house in Dublin. That beautiful house, however, holds a secret. And when Lydia's son, Laurence, discovers its secret, wheels are set in motion that lead to an increasingly claustrophobic and devastatingly dark climax."
8.5/10. What a first line! With a dramatic start like that I didn't think there would be much else to get into, but wow did it get disturbing. Definitely not a mystery, this psychological thriller does not go the way you think it will especially with the Oedipus/Bates vibe being thrown into your face. The characters were decently hashed out, but it felt more to me that the plot was carrying the novel rather than the characters. A lot of WTF moments to carry you through the lies, manipulation, and deceit!
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Tongue's out and having fun with my 4 pound sister Zoey😛
The kids have been making me an RV all weekend. How nice of them to make it just my size!
1 611 minutes ago
Since adopting Scout, I’ve been told both to take training “at her own pace” and to push her.
At times, it’s felt like these ideas are in direct opposition to each other.
Okay, she isn’t really comfortable doing this and I don’t want to be unfair, so I can’t ask her to do it… but okay, she also won’t grow if I don’t challenge her a bit, so I DO need to ask her to do it… so okay, where the hell do I draw this line of what I do and don’t ask for?
Looking at it on paper, it seems obvious: Provide incremental challenges. Don’t push too far too fast, but don’t avoid the issues entirely. Find that middle ground!
In practice, though, it’s often not so clear.
How much stress is too much? When does providing a “challenge” become forcing her into something she’s not ready for?
And really, why can’t she just speak English to tell me precisely how she’s feeling?
I care a lot about Scout’s mindset. As much as I want her to be a respectful ambassador of her species, I want even more for her to feel genuinely comfortable during our day-to-day activities.
But that comfort won't just come out of nowhere.
There’s a difference between asking her to be uncomfortable while we work through something that will make our lives better versus just forcing her into a lifestyle she truly won’t enjoy.
If we avoided all discomfort, we'd quickly limit our world.
For example, she needed to work through the discomfort of seeing other dogs so we can enjoy being in public together — but I still don’t expect her to tolerate the discomfort of strange dogs getting in her face.
At the end of the day, I know dogs aren't kids, but I can't help but think of my own parents.
They pushed me to grow. They challenged me to do things I wasn't comfortable with. But they also never expected me to "change" just like that.
I needed to function in public, to order my own food, to push past my shyness in some situations I'd rather have avoided entirely. But I also didn't need to strike up a conversation with every stranger on the street. Right?
I don't think I'll ever feel like I know the exact "right" balance — but I think this dog and I are figuring it out together.