She writes. She hoop dances. She makes jewelry and sells it online. She stalks yard sales with her mom, looking for jewelry to resell, repurpose, recycle or retain. She doesn’t normally refer to herself in the third person…
Traci L. Bonney is a denizen of the Deep South, where she lets her imagination loose on her keyboard, jewelry supplies and homemade hula hoops as often as possible.
Book 2 in The Women of Atherton brings the reader back to where Chantal's Call began. In Brigitte's Battle, the younger Atherton sister struggles to overcome the trauma of her time in a cult whose leader seduced and abused her, leaving her beaten and pregnant.
Fear becomes her companion and her foe, the adversary she must defeat if she is ever to trust again.
For Chantal Atherton, going home meant returning to a town she hoped to escape and an identity she tried to leave behind. But when her family called, she answered. Now, she must find a way to rescue her sister from a cult, reconcile with her own past, and open her heart to the possibility of love again.
As with Kicking Eternity, Ann has crafted a compelling novel with complex characters who deal with difficult issues concerning trust, faith, abandonment, rejection and a number of other traumas from their pasts. Ann’s author tagline is “Flawed People. Flawless God.” This book is full of very flawed people searching for answers to life’s struggles.
I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to grab Cal by the ear, drag him over to a chair and give him what-for about his bad choices and stupid decisions. That’s how real these people will become to you.
And as in real life, the language some of the characters use is less than pure. If you don’t want to read cuss words, be forewarned. But if you can get past the language, you’ll see the pain behind the words. You may even recognize it from your own life or that of someone you know and love.
Ultimately, The Art of My Life reminds the reader that no matter how low a person sinks, they’re not out of reach of a loving God, if they’ll just take the nail-scarred Hand extended their way.