My cute little L. :D:P

Wow, I just finished this book today. I'm sick with a cold, so Mom and Dad went to church, then to my Uncle Steven's birthday party (I don't remember when his real birthday is, but he'll be 30). When I first woke up, I watched the new episodes of Naruto and Death Note, took a shower, played Sims 2 for 3 hours, drank some fruit juice and watched Fullmetal Alchemist (It was the episode where Scar killed Nina and Alexander! :cry: ), and then I finished A Garden Full of Angels by Lurlene McDaniel. I swear, it was THE BEST book EVER. I cried so hard at the endin the epilogue when Darcy wasrecalling her life after the storyends and when she said Jason died. Jason was my favorite! :cry: I'm going to post some memorable passages. It'll be word for word because I have the book right here with me. Please, go to your local library and ask for this book. It's very good.

Darcy is watching the news on the war in Vietnam while her mother dies

The chopper rose, creating a windstorm that flattened those left behind. The chopper circled the embassy compund, then headed off into a cloudless sky toward freedom. I remebered Kyle's words about choppers at the siege of Khe Sanh, the choppers rise up like great dark angels, and then I understood that the dark angels had also come for my mother's soul. That death would be a release. That it was selfish of ne to ask her to remain. I silently gave her permission to leave this place of pain and suffering. I told her she was free to go and leave her cancer-riddled body behind. The great dark angels would take her up, up into the gardens of paradise. My vision blurred with tears. I saw her face through a mist. I felt her fingers loosen their grip as she let go of life and her soul spilled over into eternity, where she would dwell in the House of the Lord Forever.

Jason had just came to tell Darcy that he was leaving for Chicago

My mother always said that bad things happen in threes. For me, I counted the death of my mother, followed by the loss of Jason, as two. I waited expectantly for the third. It came in late August, when the army notified Adel that, "while on a rountine mission," Barry had stepped on a land mine and had blown off his left leg.

Darcy gets word of Jason's death

Carole and Jim wenton to other churches. We exchanged Christmas cards for years. The saddest arrived in 1982. Carole wrote that Jason had been killed in a motorcycle accident. His cycle skidded on a patch of ice and hit a tree, and Jason was thrown off. He died at the scene. I cried buckets-not only because he was dead, but also because he was once so much a part of my heart. He was a misfit. A rogue. Carole said that he never found his place in life. Yet I never forgot him and that warm April day when he kissed me and I caught a glimspe of myself as a woman in waiting. Mama said that a girl never forgets her first kiss. And she was right.