Quiet sunday evening, boring as ever. I decided to do a little light reading even though I have read most of the novels in the study except two sci-fi's (not in the mood for those yet. I decided to try my luck a do what I do best; google to see if I would find any novel to read online. I was quite luck to come across a 'totally free' site where I also luckily found a book by Mary Higgins Clark. By far one of my favourite writers; I started reading her when I was 10. My first book was actually All around town by her also. Extremely happy and refusing to believe my luck, I began to read I'll walk alone some minutes after I got over my excitement of finding a free online open read. From 8pm to 3.31am I was tangled up in the brilliantly spun web of the book. I read with mixed feelings, sadness at the fact that the character had noone to truly trust her, noone to help share her agony. Everyone thought she kidnapped her own son. I felt tortured with the
character. Confusion. I've never read a book without pinning down the criminal before reaching half the book. Everybody was a suspect. Love. The bond between mother and child. Pity. Glory trapped in a world she didn't want. Regretting her actions and suffering alone. And finally shock at the last pages of the book. I felt a urge to go back the previous chapters and read about the character, the way the cards were carefully played. This book was worth every bit of my time. I could never guess. Though it felt so unreal for one person to go through all that pain alone. I wish Mary Higgins Clark had just cut Zan a slack. Wonder how she managed to remain sane.
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