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BOOK REVIEW: The Year of Fog By Michelle Richmond


Life is about choices everyday. For every action there is a reaction. All of our choices lead us to different outcomes. Eating a nutritious breakfast and exercise will keep us healthy. Eating doughnuts and not moving will make us obese which lead to other health issues. 

The simple act of looking left instead or right can change to trajectory of your life. Even going back to "fix" the wrong you have made can't make it all right again. Atonement - it gives us closure, not a reset. 

This is Abby's story. Her minute choice. Just 5 seconds is all it takes to change her trajectory. Her course is no longer straight and forward, but circles and spirals that make her feel like she is losing control. She learns about love. What love really is. When she finally gets back to the beginning of where it all started, she was hoping that it came with a reset button - that this alternate journey paused her life - when the reality is, life didn't stop or stand still. Life went on. The journey changed her and everyone around her. She no longer fit into the original mold that was her life. 

She was whole and she broke. She put herself back together, but the pieces went back together differently.

Though i found the book slow in some parts- and possibly unnecessary- , i am not entirely sure that the book would have been as good without them.  This was her alternate universe. She had to experience them to get her to her final destination.  Overall i really did enjoy the book.  


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/332348.The_Year_of_Fog

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