Amy loves games almost as much as she loves music. This is a book of games that has music ringing in her ears.
Bam!
Bam-bam.
Boom...
Board games. Card games. Oh, puzzles too. Games of chance. Mind games. Head games...
She's played one game for over a decade, all while listening to music. This has spread out over thirty-three years, which then turns into...nineteen more years. Maybe even more. Who knows?
She doesn't know. She has never known.
Why?
Well, that's because she's lost. Lost... Always.
The games follow her. Surround her. They're everywhere. Games she played yesterday, today, and games she's ready to play tomorrow. Each with a lesson. One she never thought she would have to learn...until the whole family packed up one day and moved.
From that moment, everything changed, because this move, out of all her other moves, is the one that made her someone she doesn't quite remember.
Truthfully, she can't remember much. That's why she writes it down. To remember things. Not everything. She does not want to remember all of it. LOL. There are things that she would like to forget.
It's a never-ending issue.
Issue. Nope. Plural (s). Issues.
All...over the places.
For the past twenty-four years, she has raised a family of three boys and a bunch of cats and dogs in between. But this isn't about that completely.
She has been put under a microscope by the US government. And she hasn't had a real voice since forever ago.
Hmmm...
5 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 2
Anyway, this saga of a story will make you giggle, make you laugh out loud, and maybe make you sad. Maybe not. But she wants somebody to feel what she feels, because that way, she'll know that she's not crazy.
What she is...she is happy, sad, mad, glad. Mainly mad. At everyone. Even her mom. That is why she wrote a story of happiness and pain. Frustration and anger. Joy and sorrow. Full of ups and downs, both good and bad. Madness and gladness. And every emotion she has never felt the right way. Or the left way.
This book is full of self-discovery and her own personal issues, because she wakes up lost. Lost... Every day. Including yesterday, tomorrow, and at some point, today.
Oh, boy. This is the start of everything. Again.
Now sit down.
Buckle up.
And enjoy the ride.