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Perfect Glass
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May 06, 2013
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Read 2 times. Last read February 10, 2017 to February 15, 2017.
This book is precious. When I have to a point to a list of books that changed my life, Perfect Glass easily makes the list.
The first book was incredible, too, but this one...this one just impacted me so deeply. Both Henry's and Meg's sides of the story, but especially Henry's. His wrestling with feelings of failure and insufficiency, his struggles with understanding others in the orphanage situation in Nicaragua, and his raw, aching pain as he watched his life in Nicaragua falling apart...and worried about his life back home at the same time. I felt all of it and it moved me.
Meanwhile, Meg's life back at home with Jo Russell, the sometimes-fierce, sometimes-senile elderly artist was another overwhelming story of love and perseverance. This whole book was a story of love that perseveres even when it seems like nothing is working. Love that fights until the very end. Love that does not shrink away when things are growing more messy and painful by the moment.
It's so very beautiful, that love.
This isn't a book to critique as a manuscript (see my embarrassing fourteen-year-old self's attempt at that cool detachment below). It's a story to be absorbed and lived. Let it touch you, challenge you, and make you think about love that never fails.
Old Review (circa 2013, aka way back when)
Characters
Since this is a sequel, it had pretty much the same characters. Meg and Henry were as amazing as always. Quinn was interesting, but I wasn’t too fond of him, quite frankly. He had no business poking his nose into Meg’s life like that when he knew the state of matters between her and Henry. Also, I get the idea that his relationship with Meg was supposed to be a friendship, but it didn’t really seem like that. I may not have noticed, but it didn’t seem like that to me.
In Perfect Glass, the Point-of-View is split between Meg and Henry. That provided me with so much understanding of Henry and his life and heart. He had his own storyline in this book, and a big one at that. I loved it, and I totally got it, too. Meg was still her compassionate, empathetic self and I loved the relationship between her and an elderly artist, Jo Russell.
I can’t quite tell who the focus is on in this story, however. I’m not sure if the main character is still Meg or if it’s now Henry. Like I said, they got equal “face time,” so that’s not a helpful factor. Personally, I think Henry’s storyline was very strong and may have been stronger than Meg’s in this book.
Plot
So in Perfect Glass, Henry’s in Nicaragua working at his sister and brother-in-law’s orphanage before he goes to college. There are tons of problems to be solved with that, and as a reader I could really see how Henry was growing and changing through that. I could completely relate to this, although I’m not quite sure how. The story between Raf, a 15 year old boy with a history who lives at the Quiet Waters orphanage, and Henry was incredibly special. I think Henry’s storyline was done excellently and was resolved perfectly.
As for Meg, I couldn’t tell her storyline as easily. I could tell she learned a lot from the artist, but that was about all I noticed. I saw some goals, but I didn’t spot a specific, main one. This is part of what lead me to believe that perhaps Henry was indeed the main character of this story.
At any rate, the plot was done pretty excellently in this sequel, as well. Again, perhaps not as well with Meg, but Henry’s was amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Overall
As is not often the case with sequels, this was just as good as its predecessor. I think I learned a lot from Henry and Meg in this story about perseverance and the importance of relationships and the way we can make a difference through them. All the characters were very well developed and real, just as in the other one, and once again the emotions in this story were so well put into words that I didn’t know what to do with them!
The author painted a clear picture of life in a Nicaraguan orphanage for me, and her details touched my heart. I was left aching for Henry, his brother-in-law, and the others who had to walk through some horribly sad times for Quiet Waters. I admired Henry for sticking with his plan and for leading those kids even when everything seemed to fall apart. Meg was so kind to Jo, and I loved how Jo taught her about the reason for love. I think I’ll go ahead and end this with that quote:
It is, beautiful, isn’t it?
The first book was incredible, too, but this one...this one just impacted me so deeply. Both Henry's and Meg's sides of the story, but especially Henry's. His wrestling with feelings of failure and insufficiency, his struggles with understanding others in the orphanage situation in Nicaragua, and his raw, aching pain as he watched his life in Nicaragua falling apart...and worried about his life back home at the same time. I felt all of it and it moved me.
Meanwhile, Meg's life back at home with Jo Russell, the sometimes-fierce, sometimes-senile elderly artist was another overwhelming story of love and perseverance. This whole book was a story of love that perseveres even when it seems like nothing is working. Love that fights until the very end. Love that does not shrink away when things are growing more messy and painful by the moment.
It's so very beautiful, that love.
This isn't a book to critique as a manuscript (see my embarrassing fourteen-year-old self's attempt at that cool detachment below). It's a story to be absorbed and lived. Let it touch you, challenge you, and make you think about love that never fails.
Old Review (circa 2013, aka way back when)
Characters
Since this is a sequel, it had pretty much the same characters. Meg and Henry were as amazing as always. Quinn was interesting, but I wasn’t too fond of him, quite frankly. He had no business poking his nose into Meg’s life like that when he knew the state of matters between her and Henry. Also, I get the idea that his relationship with Meg was supposed to be a friendship, but it didn’t really seem like that. I may not have noticed, but it didn’t seem like that to me.
In Perfect Glass, the Point-of-View is split between Meg and Henry. That provided me with so much understanding of Henry and his life and heart. He had his own storyline in this book, and a big one at that. I loved it, and I totally got it, too. Meg was still her compassionate, empathetic self and I loved the relationship between her and an elderly artist, Jo Russell.
I can’t quite tell who the focus is on in this story, however. I’m not sure if the main character is still Meg or if it’s now Henry. Like I said, they got equal “face time,” so that’s not a helpful factor. Personally, I think Henry’s storyline was very strong and may have been stronger than Meg’s in this book.
Plot
So in Perfect Glass, Henry’s in Nicaragua working at his sister and brother-in-law’s orphanage before he goes to college. There are tons of problems to be solved with that, and as a reader I could really see how Henry was growing and changing through that. I could completely relate to this, although I’m not quite sure how. The story between Raf, a 15 year old boy with a history who lives at the Quiet Waters orphanage, and Henry was incredibly special. I think Henry’s storyline was done excellently and was resolved perfectly.
As for Meg, I couldn’t tell her storyline as easily. I could tell she learned a lot from the artist, but that was about all I noticed. I saw some goals, but I didn’t spot a specific, main one. This is part of what lead me to believe that perhaps Henry was indeed the main character of this story.
At any rate, the plot was done pretty excellently in this sequel, as well. Again, perhaps not as well with Meg, but Henry’s was amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Overall
As is not often the case with sequels, this was just as good as its predecessor. I think I learned a lot from Henry and Meg in this story about perseverance and the importance of relationships and the way we can make a difference through them. All the characters were very well developed and real, just as in the other one, and once again the emotions in this story were so well put into words that I didn’t know what to do with them!
The author painted a clear picture of life in a Nicaraguan orphanage for me, and her details touched my heart. I was left aching for Henry, his brother-in-law, and the others who had to walk through some horribly sad times for Quiet Waters. I admired Henry for sticking with his plan and for leading those kids even when everything seemed to fall apart. Meg was so kind to Jo, and I loved how Jo taught her about the reason for love. I think I’ll go ahead and end this with that quote:
She [Jo] began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.”
I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how He feels about us. Desperate and jealous.”
I scooted closer to Jo’s bed and leaned down over her, touching my forehead to hers.
“That’s beautiful.”
“I loved a man once, but I didn’t love him enough. People make mistakes all the time. All the time, Meg, people screw up.”
Her throat seized up. She coughed and swallowed and tried to make it right again. Finally, she could whisper, just a breeze of sound. “When you’re here, though, dying in a hospital bed, none of that matters. Just love and forgiveness. Got that? And you must have gigantic courage, enough for a lifetime.”
“Got it,” I whispered, reaching for a tissue on her table to stop my tears.
It is, beautiful, isn’t it?
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“I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side of the dining hall with a crack and fell.
I sat down in the dirt. Then I lay down in the dirt.
Because not only was there no trail to follow, there was no evidence he’d ever been here.
There was no evidence any of them had been here.”
― Perfect Glass
I sat down in the dirt. Then I lay down in the dirt.
Because not only was there no trail to follow, there was no evidence he’d ever been here.
There was no evidence any of them had been here.”
― Perfect Glass
“I thought back to Meg’s advice about Hemingway sentences—simple declarative statements that showed the truth and distilled the meaning. My first attempt at that had been cynical and messed up. I gave it a go again.
Find one lost sheep.
The angels rejoice.”
― Perfect Glass
Find one lost sheep.
The angels rejoice.”
― Perfect Glass
“I really want to believe that when our Quiet Waters kids wake up in the middle of the night, scared, they’ll remember being in their bunks with John and Kate and Whit and me right there protecting them,” he said. “I hope we gave them that sense of belonging because I know there’ll be times in their lives when grasping at those bonds could mean the difference between making it and not.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“Do you know how hard it is to paint kindness?” She leaned her hip against a desk in the corner of the room, still watching me. “It’s the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can’t hide it. And people either are or they aren’t.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“New rules—we needed new rules. No one opens the main doors but me. No one leaves the property without me. No one goes outside without letting me know. I had these horrible images in my head of kids being restrained against their wills, of kids crying my name out, begging me to help them when I was powerless. Desperate times… Lord, my soul called out. Lord…somehow that’s as far as I could get. I didn’t have the words.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“I’m not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to be connected…or that no one can outrun destiny…or that all roads lead to truth and coincidence is a lie to distract us? The reason I was in this place no longer mattered. The harsh reality stared me in the face and demanded an immediate decision. Walk away and blame it on my age. Or stay and try to help a woman who had slowly become my friend over the last few weeks.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“We formed an impromptu circle just so we could look at each other and memorize faces. We hardly noticed the waiting officials. We hardly noticed anything but our little family whose ties weren’t loosening at all. In fact, this impending separation only seemed to be binding us together with a double overhand knot, hard to untie and unfailing.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“In my mind, I saw a string stretching from Henry’s heart at Quiet Waters to my heart. It was taut and it vibrated with Henry’s worries and fears and I felt them all.
Deeply. I felt them all.”
― Perfect Glass
Deeply. I felt them all.”
― Perfect Glass
“But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.”
I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous.”
― Perfect Glass
I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous.”
― Perfect Glass
“My dad used to say, ‘This is what your right arm’s for, son,’” John said. “This is the time and these are the people and I’d give my right arm to be a light, a comfort, to them. I know you would, too. In whatever form it takes. Use these materials and make something great. Do it on faith, knowing you probably won’t be around to see how the story ends.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the way a hand looked when it was relaxed. Loved the way a woman looked when she touched her own face. The way a man looked when he opened himself to her. Loved the way wind changed a tree or a field or a child’s hair. The beauty of a neck meeting a shoulder. The softness of a smile that wasn’t forced.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night. Family from far-flung places would arrive at odd hours and we’d all stand and stretch, hug, get reacquainted, and pass the babies around.
A faint, pale stream of beauty and joy flowed through the heavy sludge of fear and grief. It was kind of like those puddles of oil you see in parking lots that look ugly until the sun hits them and you see rainbows pulling together in the middle of the mess.
And wasn’t that just how life usually felt—a confusing swirl of ugly and rainbow?”
― Perfect Glass
A faint, pale stream of beauty and joy flowed through the heavy sludge of fear and grief. It was kind of like those puddles of oil you see in parking lots that look ugly until the sun hits them and you see rainbows pulling together in the middle of the mess.
And wasn’t that just how life usually felt—a confusing swirl of ugly and rainbow?”
― Perfect Glass
“What I know about you, Henry,” he said. “Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on this earth.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“He was taking a leap here, negotiating with a crackhead, under the table, in a dark cantina. The courage etched on his face came from loving Aidia so much he’d close his eyes and walk through fire to see her safe.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
“All of the emotions that hit people at times like these, all of them, were coursing through us both like a secret we couldn’t tell. Because if we said everything we were thinking and feeling right then…if we laid it all out for one another…we might not like the way the words strung together. Or the way fear and hope and bitterness and love mashed up into one big mess in the pits of our stomachs.”
― Perfect Glass
― Perfect Glass
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May 5, 2013
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May 6, 2013
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