Eleven Minutes

I finished "Eleven Minutes" yesterday. I loved it, loved it. I felt like it was about me. No, I'm not a Brazilian girl who started her 20's as a prostitute. But much of Maria's questions, reasons for making decisions resonate. And, I don't want to give anything away but I felt hope when I finished the book. I have mentioned that I live seemingly like a bull in a china shop. This means I garner experience because I try things physically, emotionall...but the downfall is you never know the extent of your damage, what gets broken beyond repair, until much later in life. Perhaps nothing is broken, perhaps there is a predestiny. Or maybe not, but regardless of the path, maybe it can be right, good...fruitful and fufilling? I reccommend the book, I do.