{"id":935,"date":"2021-09-28T14:00:14","date_gmt":"2021-09-28T14:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/?p=935"},"modified":"2021-09-28T14:00:15","modified_gmt":"2021-09-28T14:00:15","slug":"watch-over-me-by-nina-lacour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/?p=935","title":{"rendered":"Watch Over Me by Nina Lacour"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Book review by Elizabeth<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs-1024x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-937\" width=\"363\" height=\"363\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs-1024x1024.png 1024w, https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs-768x768.png 768w, https:\/\/blog.fepl.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/October-2021-SMPs.png 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 363px) 100vw, 363px\" \/><\/a><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I had lost all hope. Stepping solemnly into the library, book in hand, only 30 pages in. I sat down and opened it up again, telling myself I could do it, but I was destined to fail. Was this the end? Did all my love of reading leak out leaving a disinterested shell of my former self? There would be only one way to find out. I got myself together, and threw the book across the building, finally freeing myself of its weight. Feeling the power of liberty, I strode over to my usual section, and whipped out the first 2020 book I could find. I opened the hard cover with hope, my eyes flying through the description, taking in each word with wonder. This was it. Finally, after so long; an actual good book.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Watch Over Me <\/em>by Nina Lacour is a piece of literature I can only describe as phenomenal. Mila had just graduated high school, finally became an adult, and was finally free to live whatever life she so chooses. She had been one of few accepted to intern and live on a farm in which children were given a loving home and a family, something they were not born into. The interns working there helped take care of the kids, teach them, and hopefully also find love and peace. What didn\u2019t help Mila forget and escape her own troubled past, as she desired, were the ghosts who haunted the farm. They wouldn\u2019t cause trouble, but instead resurface the memories that brought fear and regret to Mila, not to mention her strong desire to fit in and feel like she belonged with the others who lived on the farm as a family.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Whenever I would finish a good book, a truly good book, I would also slowly close its back cover and hug it closely. I would be happy I found out what happened at the end, but bummed because I couldn\u2019t imagine what I could possibly read next that could top it. This book was a sign, a sign telling me it\u2019s not my fault if I don\u2019t enjoy reading sometimes, but that I just need to find the right thing to read, and boy did I! Not kidding when I read this glorious book, time would actually soar, and I\u2019d find myself on the 60th page in what seemed like 15 minutes. I don&#8217;t care that it didn\u2019t have a concrete storyline, or a dramatic climax, or anything else that comes to mind when you think of a book. I realize this sounds hyper-critical of me, considering my take-downs of previous books, but at this point compared to this absolute masterpiece those were just written wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Now let me elaborate. This is a slow-paced book that deals with the main character\u2019s past struggles as they slowly resurface, as well as her evident imposter syndrome regarding the other residents of the farm. Everyone living there keeps praising Mila and being so kind to her, saying she belongs, and is doing a good job, but she doesn\u2019t believe it, partly because of her past, partly because she knows she hasn\u2019t been with them for as long as they\u2019ve had each other. Life on the farm is perfect, but Mila feels that she doesn\u2019t deserve it. Even I expected some dark twist where the perfect life on the farm is some illusion but that\u2019s not what this book is about, at all. It gets in touch with Mila\u2019s conflicts and emotions and and takes the readers through this rollercoaster of feels that is almost impossible to find anywhere else. Mila\u2019s situation is so incredibly relatable, her backstory is so incredibly indulging, and this book is so incredibly incredible I\u2019m having a hard time effectively describing its incredibleness to you. <strong>That\u2019s how good this book is.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019m recommending it to every living organism out there. I\u2019m serious. If you\u2019ve just finished it, go give it to your plant &#8211; it\u2019ll sprout up in seconds. I realize it may not be for everyone, that everyone being the people who would actually want the farm to turn out to be some elaborate scheme, and if that sounds like you go enjoy your day but I hope you still give it a try. In fact, I recommend this book so much that I will be personally offended if I see it collecting dust on the library shelf ever again. It\u2019s worth your time, so stop reading this review and go read this book instead!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Book review by Elizabeth I had lost all hope. Stepping solemnly into the library, book in hand, only 30 pages in. I sat down and opened it up again, telling myself I could do it, but I was destined to fail. Was this the end? 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