Mary Ellen Bramwell

Families are hard. Families are love. But the joy sparked from that dichotomy is truly special.

In "When I Was Seven," Mary Ellen Bramwell delivers a touching and tender exploration of the unbreakable bond between a young boy and his grandmother. Lucas cherishes the arrival of his grandmother, finding in her not just family but also a dear friend. Yet, as her memories resurface, he becomes her devoted confidant in a world that often dismisses her. In fulfilling his grandmother's final wish, Lucas's innocence and unwavering love mend more than one broken fence.

"It's okay, Lucas. I see her..." This had me in tears. Happy tears.… (altro)

This sequel to the apple of my eye is enjoyable. It can be read independantly from the first book, but I'd recommend to read both. This story focuses on the mother/child relationship: Noah, 12, has not made his peace with the actions of his father (dead when Noah was a baby). Brea, his mother, remembering how his father lived, fears his silences. Following suggestions left by their dead neighbour, they will both learn from the far past how to accept their husband/father's actions and to live together.… (altro)