The Girl Who Could Read Hearts

The Girl Who Could Read Hearts

by Sherry Maysonave


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The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave

Born gifted with a rare seventh sense-the ability to read human hearts coupled with keen intuition-Kate Kindrick struggles to understand her capabilities. She is often bewildered by her unique perceptions combined with seeing symbols and panoplies of color in people's hearts.

Kate's parents fear that their young daughter suffers from delusional psychosis. Their concerns are intensified by her claims that she has conversations with an angel. Only her grandmother, who is gravely ill, and her uncle, a famous writer, encourage Kate to develop her gifts.

Yet it's her naiveté of the intuitive signs that augur trouble. When she doesn't heed an inner warning, her world spins into a dangerous spiral that spells hazard for her and those she loves. Her antics land her cherished uncle in the hospital. His life hangs in the balance.

Just when she believes things couldn't get worse, her life cascades down a doubly treacherous path. She is forced to spend extended time with her teenage cousin, Marilla Marzy, and the girl's sinister father-Vaynem Moxsin. Tormented by both of them, she prays for rescue. Shocking events transpire.

This captivating novel explores issues relevant to many of today's societal woes: prejudice, abuse, eating disorders, and limiting belief systems. It delves into the mysteries of death and of angels, plus intuition, finding God in all, and true love.

Full of spirit, this poignant story brims with inspiration, daring, and hope.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781504351119
Publisher: Balboa Press
Publication date: 08/31/2016
Pages: 334
Sales rank: 545,189
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

An accomplished author and motivational speaker, Sherry Maysonave has made multiple appearances on NBC's Today, ABC, CBS, Fox, and NPR, and she has been featured in USA Today, the Financial Times, the Wall Street Journal, and BusinessWeek. Previously, Sherry wrote the nonfiction, category best-seller, Casual Power, and the award-winning eBook, EggMania: Where's the Egg in Exactly. Sherry and her husband, Stephen, reside in Austin, Texas.

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The Girl Who Could Read Hearts

By Sherry Maysonave

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2016 Sherry Maysonave
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5043-5111-9


High in the hills of Berkeley, California, the omen hung in the stillness of the late afternoon air like a full moon yet to rise. Seeking refuge, Kate Kindrick huddled in the branches of the walnut tree flanking the driveway of the two-story brick home at 537 Spruce Street.

Kate, a six-year-old who was clueless about the rare seventh sense with which she was gifted — the ability to read human hearts coupled with keen intuition — felt squirmy in her skin. She sniffed at the air, her nose scrunching into a wrinkle. An odd scent seeped into her pores.

Pointing her index finger at the sky, she held it there as a lightning rod, fully expecting something telling to stick to it. Within seconds, as if a definitive substance had pinged her finger, she brought it down mere millimeters from her eyes. Sleuth-like, Kate examined every nuance, paying extra attention to the whorl pattern on her fingertip.

She touched the whorl to her tongue. A fearsome shiver snaked through her, one so potent she jolted, almost falling from the tree. Her fingers clutched frantically, grabbing at the limb and its leafy offshoots. Her body jerked upward forcing her weight to shift. After multiple unstable wobbles, she regained her balance. Even still, a feeling of dread had taken hold, had set up residence as surely as if a horde of poisonous snakes had moved in, their aliveness slithering deep within her.

* * *

Inside the house at 537 Spruce Street, an angel waited. She hovered respectfully atop the mound of white icing, atop a thing on Earth called a birthday cake. Her skin appeared to be a translucent plastic, and her eyes were radiant like blue topaz. Her wings, a golden-silvery hue, shimmered in a feathery quiver.

The clock on the kitchen oven clicked, displaying new digital numbers. The angel blinked her eyes. It was now less than one hour before the party, the celebration of Kate's entrance on Earth six years ago. Kate's mother said it was the day she was born to life, and she was. And she wasn't. Not from the angel's perspective, anyway, for the angel had known of the percipient soul who would be named Kate eons before she was born to the Kindrick family that lived on planet Earth.

While eyeing the birthday cake, the angel allowed images to float through her, compelling visions and ponderings of what was likely to transpire long before the clock announced a new day. Humans always had choices, especially about whether they received or blocked Divine guidance. But their disregard for the universal law — for every action there is a reaction — was often perplexing. Today, though, it was most troubling. Would the subjects in question listen? Would they take heed of the subtle inner urgings, the Almighty's whisperings, that if acted upon could prevent disaster? Or would they make such a misstep that it could spin into motion an entire series of tragic events? Soon, she would know.

Hoping to shed her angst, the angel focused on the details of the cake. Although she did not partake of earthly cuisine, she was captivated by food, all the textures, colors, and combinations that humans concocted. She found the cake's aroma utterly enticing. What's more, the meringue frosting with its perfect peaks looked heavenly, like fluffy cumulus clouds that invited happy imagination.

Even still, there was no denying it. An ominous aura sheathed the Kindrick kitchen, which gleamed a lemon-yellow hue, one of Kate's favorite colors.

The angel reflected upon little Kate and how she enjoyed color, all colors except orange, that is. Kate loved to eat orange slices, carrot sticks, pumpkin pie, and tangerine popsicles. Nonetheless, she refused to wear the color orange or have anything in her room orange, not pillows or walls. The funny thing, though, was that Kate's hair was somewhat orange, the light burnt-orange shade of a freshly peeled sweet potato, and strikingly similar to the new hair of an Irish-Setter puppy.

Hair color didn't seem to be an issue for dogs, the angel mused. No matter what the breed, hair color didn't evoke howling, yowling, or any concern. And regardless of the exact color of their hair, almost all dogs had brown eyes. Some type of chocolate. Irish Setters were no exception. Take Keebie, for example. She was the Kindrick's Irish Setter, who was expecting puppies soon. Her eyes were similar to S'mo res — milk chocolate mixed with a graham-cracker tan — that looked just right, warmly artistic with her burnt-orange hair.

Human eyes were not as predictable. Kate's eyes were green, resembling two big olives.

Much to the angel's chagrin, Kate's cousin, Marilla Marzy, often taunted Kate that she looked like a pizza with her olive-green eyes and saucy red-orange hair. More often than not, Marilla Marzy referred to Kate as Pizza Girl, saying it in such a way that her tongue spat out the name as if the pizza tasted rancid.

On the other hand, much to the angel's delight, Kate's favorite uncle — Terrence Ted, otherwise known as TT — admired Kate's unique beauty. He often told Kate that her red hair and green eyes gave her a look of royalty, like a real-life princess. On Kate's fifth birthday, Uncle TT had overheard Marilla Marzy tell Kate that she not only looked like a pizza but that she was uglier than plain old ugly.

TT had then quickly escorted Kate into another room. Caressing her cheek, calming her trembling chin, he had said, "Kate, look at me. I want you to get this. In no way do you resemble a pizza, not any type. And you are not ugly. You are beautiful, Kate. Seriously beautiful."

He had then stared off into space, his eyes locking into a reality that rotated on a different axis. His fists had tightened, gripping time, handfuls of seconds as they passed silently through his fingers. Then he said, "Let's keep in mind that with Marilla Marzy's father forbidding her to wear colored contact lens, she faces the world every day with mismatched eyes. One brown and one green."

The angel sighed at the memory.

The clock flipped its numbers again. Only twenty minutes now. A nervous shudder fluttered the angel's shimmery feathers. Then a dreaded calm, like the still before a storm, settled over her.

* * *

Mrs. Kindrick peered out the kitchen window and called out in her soprano voice, "Kate, come down from that tree. Your cake is ready for candles. It's almost time for the party."

Six candles waited on the granite countertop, laying in crisscross fashion next to the arrangement of stargazer lilies — Kate's favorite flower. Fragrant and fully open, the flowers resembled six-pointed stars. Bursting forth from each star's center was a cluster of antenna tipped with flat round eyes, all gazing upward as if they were unable to contain their fascination for Heaven.

Clutching her cherished toy, a Power-Ranger action figure, Kate skidded around the corner like a veteran baseball player sliding into home plate. Beaming a smile in the direction of the cake, she jumped to her feet and reached for the candles.

"No, wash your hands first," Kate's mother shrieked.

Kate sprinted to the sink and turned on the hot water. With sudsy bubbles lathering her hands, she scrubbed at the leaf stains from when she had fought to hold onto the tree limb. Eyeing the cake, she said, "Wow, Mama, my rainbow cake looks awesome."

Technically, it was not a rainbow cake, but Kate called it that because it had six layers, with each layer being a different color, each representing one year of her life. When cut, the cake would be a six-color delight. That is, six colors when not counting the white frosting. White didn't count because white contained all colors in the spectrum, even the colors humans on Earth couldn't see yet — the undiscovered ones.

Most earthlings' birthday cakes were decorated to the hilt with icing, with the layers underneath being plain vanilla or chocolate. Not Kate's. The bottom layer of her cake was red like watermelon while the second one was pineapple yellow, and the third was kiwi green. The fourth layer was berry purple. The fifth was pink like the inside of a fig, and the sixth was sky blue topped with cumulus clouds of fluffy white frosting. A fruity rainbow with a serving of sky.

Perched atop the clouds of icing was Etta Ebella, the angel. Etta Ebella was the name bestowed upon her by Kate's grandmother, Grammy Mer, who gave Kate the doll the very day Kate was born.

Kate loved to hear the story of when Grammy Mer had presented the angel doll to her — when she was only two hours old. Kate's tiny eyes had been closed, all tightly squinched. But at the sound of Grammy Mer's voice, her baby eyelids had fluttered, had struggled a few seconds, and then opened wide. Then when Grammy Mer held up the doll, Kate's little mouth had begun moving, and tiny purring noises had come forth as if she was trying to talk. Later when Grammy Mer laid her in the bassinet and nestled the winged doll aside her, baby Kate had wrestled her infant arm from the swaddle and placed her wee hand directly on the doll's chest. The pediatric nurse had commented that in all of her years she had never seen a newborn do such a thing.

Although Grammy Mer was now ill, recently struck by an unexplained disease that confined her to a wheelchair and inhibited her speech, she was an award-winning grandmother. When her Grammy Mer was around, Kate felt like she was a precious jewel radiating purpose and value, felt like she was the most important little girl in the entire universe. Although her grandmother could no longer communicate with words, Kate felt completely loved by her. Yes, loved, all the way through to her bones — and beyond.

While rinsing the soap from her hands, Kate's eyes darted about the sunny kitchen searching the lemony walls for why the eerie feeling was inside the house, too. Had it followed her indoors? The walls provided no answers, had nothing at all to say.

Locking eyes with the angel, Kate watched the doll's wings flutter ever so slightly and her heart light up like a brilliant diamond. Kate cast a glance at her mother to see if she had noticed, but her mother, busy with the party napkins, was oblivious to Etta Ebella's magic. What's more, she honestly believed that Etta Ebella was just a plastic doll with no life in her.

To Kate, it seemed that many living people in the world possessed less life than Etta Ebella did. They were the ones that were plastic, not real at all. Kate could always spot them — the breathing plastic people.

Some sported wide smiles while their eyes shot angry darts all about them and their hearts quaked with fearful tremors. Others wore frozen frowns and had eyes filled with nothingness while their hearts contained heaps of icebergs. Some had eyes filled with thorns, and their hearts were stacked with sharp spikes — dagger-like weapons ready to shoot at anyone who disagreed with them. And worse yet, some had eyes resembling muddy gravel that blocked all light. Their hearts oozed with puss and scabs from hundreds of deadbolts locked tightly.

The breathing plastic people's hearts and eyes could look a million different ways. The most telling sign, though, was in their hugs: plastic arms and plastic hearts giving out no love at all, not even a smattering.

* * *

"Alrighty, Birthday Girl, it's time to put the candles on your cake," Mrs. Kindrick said.

To Kate, her mother's tone was an order, not an invitation. The good part was that her mom would allow her to put the candles anywhere on the cake she wanted. Kate's mother believed in fostering creativity, letting her young daughter have some choices that were safe and within reason while also allowing her to experience consequences. Like last year.

Kate fingered the raised polka-dots on this year's candles, remembering her fifth birthday, how she had intentionally dug her fingertips and the candles into the white fluff so she could lick the icing from them. When her mother turned her back, she had even moved the candles around a bit for a double dip. And her tongue had basked in the glorious taste of the meringue frosting. Delicious had quickly turned to dismay, though, when she discovered that meringue icing could not be re-fluffed after it was set.

Her mother had frowned, the corners of her lips turning downward when she had tried to smooth the gouges. She had even heated the spreader in an attempt to warm the icing, hoping to fluff it better. Nonetheless, the icing had remained obstinate, sticky, wrinkled lumps refusing to look like fluffy clouds ever again.

Kate's daddy had suggested that they scrape off the icing and make another batch, or that he rush out to buy a bakery cake for the party and save that one for them to eat later. But Kate's mother had said no, absolutely not, that the homemade meringue frosting was a sacred birthday tradition in her family. It was important to appreciate the icing, the cost of its ingredients, and its maker's love and labor in preparing it.

And so it was, the ugly cake had prevailed, had taken center stage before it was served.

At the family party that year, Uncle TT had said, "Princess, what's up with ushering in your fifth year with a jacked-up cake?" Interestingly, it had been early in Kate's fifth year that Grammy Mer had suddenly and mysteriously become incapacitated.

She must usher in her sixth year with a pretty cake, Kate thought. She must because she liked pretty, and because she didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone she loved. Not this year, not ever again.

"Mama, will you roll up my sleeves for me? I want them rolled up high, up past my elbows. They might mess up the fluffs."

"Good idea, pumpkin. Here, hold still."

While her mother made a small cuff with the soft knit fabric, Kate watched Etta Ebella blink her right eye — a playful wink — and then flash one stream of light from her heart. She clearly agreed with this idea of rolling up the sleeves. Kate's mother didn't see the doll's antics. Her focus remained immersed in making repetitive fabric rolls up one arm and then the other.

Picking up one candle, Kate held it by its wick and gently pushed it in through the thick icing, all the way into the cake part. After the second one, her stomach gave a burble as if the candle had poked through it. Nevertheless, Kate kept her attention on the art of planting the next four candles.

One by one, she set all six candles in the frosting — all without a single smudge. Her heart swelled with pride as she admired the design. The candles looked so pretty — in fact, simply beautiful — in a half-circle around the front of Etta Ebella, edging her dress perfectly.

"Now, Kadie Girl, is it a good idea to have the candles so close to Etta Ebella?" Kate's mother asked. "Remember, the candles will burn for a bit while we all sing the Happy Birthday song to you."

Kate heard the disapproval. There was no mistaking the way her mother said her name. When her mother called her Katie Girl that was clue enough, but when she changed the "t" to "d," as in Kadie, that meant her mother clearly disagreed with her choice. But no, Kate would not move the candles, couldn't move them without messing up the icing. She remained adamant; she wanted the candles exactly where they were, and so did Etta Ebella.

The truth was Etta Ebella didn't think placing the candles that close to her was a good idea, either. No, she didn't, not at all. Blinking her blue topaz eyes repeatedly, Etta Ebella had tried to warn Kate by sending a prickly sensation to invade her stomach.

Kate had felt it, the odd bristly burble, but she had chosen to ignore it.

"Alrighty, Kadie girl, have it your way," Kate's mother said. "Now run upstairs and change into your new party dress. It's all laid out on the bed for you. Your new sparkly shoes, too."

* * *

The door bell chimed three times in quick succession, a code. Her face alight with glee, Kate ran down the stairs at breakneck speed, all the while yelling, "Uncle TT is here!"

She flung open the door and could barely see her uncle's face because of the tower of presents he carried. "Wow, are all those for me?"

"Special delivery for Miss Katelyn Kindrick. Happy Birthday, Princess. You betcha, they're for you, one for every year you are old. They're bulky though, so lead the way to the party table."


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The Girl Who Could Read Hearts 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
ReadersFavorite5 More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Vernita Naylor for Readers' Favorite The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave is about an angel, a special gift, and colors. Kate Kindrick seems like an ordinary little girl on the outside, but the only difference is that she can see the hearts of those around her. How she is able to see the hearts of others? Kate sees the heart through the elements of colors. Kate was introduced to this special gift gradually as she turned six. As her mother, Carly, prepared for Kate’s birthday party, Kate discovered Etta Ebella, her guardian angel. Etta Ebella was a different type of angel because Kate could see and talk to her. Through the guidance of Etta, Kate learned how to use the gift and to see the value of seeing hearts through colors and images. When the Kindricks experience a tragedy, they began to see Kate’s gift and discover that she is not delusional. They help her to cultivate it and, despite it being an unusual gift, the family realizes that it's more of a blessing than a curse. Then something else tragic happens; could it get any worse? What will Kate’s gift tell her about the feelings of those around her as these life challenges occur? As I was reading, I began to wonder about the passion behind this story. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts began due a search for self-discovery by Sherry Maysonave. At a young age, Sherry had experienced several supernatural events that left her wanting to learn more about the afterlife. This discovery led her to the elements of life, nature, as well as the afterlife. As you read the story, you will begin to see the elements of life experiences and emotions through the eyes of Kate in various colorful hues, especially when elements of emotions from sickness to death rear their ugly heads. If you like stories about the afterlife, angels, and matters of the heart, pick up a copy of The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave.
ReadersFavorite4 More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Lit Amri for Readers' Favorite The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave is a story about Kate Kindrick, a six-year-old who has a rare seventh sense - the ability to read human hearts coupled with keen intuition, guided by an angel that resides in an angel doll named Etta Ebella. Unfortunately, Etta Ebella is damaged by candles during Kate’s sixth birthday. Kate’s uncle takes her to meet Dr. Angelique Donahorn, a pediatrician and one of the founders of a company that makes angel dolls. When these two meet, some family secrets and memories are discovered and revisited. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts has a bit of a slow start, but gains momentum as it progresses - it will pull readers into its intriguing storyline and its substantial, thought provoking life lessons. The prose has a lyrical flair and is vividly descriptive. The characters are wonderful, particularly little Kate, her parents, and her Uncle T.T. (Terence Ted). Despite the hardships that the protagonists have to face, there’s some light humor in the story and the dialogue is sharp. The antagonists are also well-developed and can set readers on edge with their persona and behaviour. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts touches on the subject of faith without being preachy. Ethical values and social issues are narrated with both plain spoken and subtle tones. There are times when the spiritual aspect of the story leans towards miracles and magical moments, but it never loses its grip on reality. It’s a meaningful observation of spirituality, intuition, family dynamics, trust, love, unbiased judgment, and much more. This is truly an inspiring book from Maysonave.
ReadersFavorite2 More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Deborah Lloyd for Readers' Favorite Kate Kindrick is a sweet, precocious six-year-old girl, who is blessed with strong intuitive abilities and the gift of seeing other people’s hearts. She also has a special angel doll, named Etta Ebella, given to her by her grandmother. Kate learns some difficult life lessons when she does not listen to inner signals, resulting in near-tragic events. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave is a truly enjoyable way to be reminded of the magic possible in earthly lives. Kate is part of a large extended family; her grandmother and favorite uncle, called TT, also have special intuitive abilities and foster Kate’s gifts. There are other fascinating characters in the story – including a plastic surgeon who is vital in repairing Etta Ebella’s injuries, Kate’s abusive uncle and unloving older cousin, deceiving hospital employees, and others. Sherry Maysonave, the author of The Girl Who Could Read Hearts, has written an inspirational and thought-provoking novel. There is a delightful mixture of intriguing characters, realistic dialogue, spiritual concepts and mystical experiences, making the story appealing to a wide-ranging audience. Ms. Maysonave writes in a clear, easy-to-read style; the story flows effortlessly. While there are many characters and various connections between them, it is easy to keep track of each one, primarily due to her distinct descriptions of each person. The author’s sharing of her own intuitive abilities at the end of the book is also enlightening. This book is truly a page-turner, engaging the reader from the first page until the last.
ReadersFavorite1 More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Arya Fomonyuy for Readers' Favorite The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave is a psychological novel, a beautiful story of coming to grips with one’s gifts. Kate Kindrick has the rare gift of the seventh sense, a gift that begins to manifest in her life as early as six years old — the ability to read human hearts, coupled with keen intuition — but what can a young girl make of such a powerful gift? The signs of this rare gift trouble the young girl’s parents who would — like any normal parents — consider such a phenomenon as close to insanity. Like many special gifts, Kate’s seventh sense comes with its own form of responsibility and, like every extraordinary gift, it is her own cross to bear. Can she assume it, fully accept it, and bear it through the many challenges that lie ahead? The Girl Who Could Read Hearts is well written and, yes, the language casts a powerful spell from the very first word of the story. The prose is well-crafted with a strong and masterful use of descriptions to create an unsettling feeling in readers, and a setting that draws the reader irresistibly into the story. The multidimensional plot is very symbolic of the parallel universe inhabited by the psyche of the protagonist. The story starts with conflict and it is important to see how it climaxes. Readers will also enjoy the well-crafted characters and how the author explores their psychological health. Sherry Maysonave makes readers care about her characters and invites them to embrace their weirdness, their God-given talents without shame. This is a groundbreaking story with a theme that is rarely touched upon in this genre.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Romuald Dzemo for Readers' Favorite The Girl Who Could Read Hearts by Sherry Maysonave is an inspirational story that vividly treats the themes of intuition, religion, God, love, and many others. The book tells the story of a girl with the extraordinary gift of seeing what most ordinary people do not see, the gift of a sharpened perception, and one that troubles her as well as her parents. What does it mean to see colors in the hearts of others? Could she be living within the bounds of the normal or does her experience border on insanity? Such are the questions that disturb Kate Kindrick and her family, but there is worse than that, and can she bear it all in her young heart? Sherry Maysonave is a very skilled author and her work explores one of the challenging issues that many people face in contemporary society: the loneliness of the gifted person. The story is well written and there is a powerful psychological depth that will haunt many readers. But the story is highly inspirational, one of those tales that will encourage readers to have the courage to stand out, to accept their gifts, and to embrace who they really are. The author’s tone is gentle and compassionate, and her voice rings through with clarity and authority. The highly accessible writing is punctuated by vivid descriptions and colorful dialogue. The author knows how to lead readers into the mind of her protagonist and allow them to connect intimately with her. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts is a story of faith, a powerful defense for those who dare to follow the light they see within them. A highly recommended read!
D_Donovan More than 1 year ago
The Girl Who Could Read Hearts opens with six-year-old Kate, who huddles in the safe embrace of a walnut tree in Berkeley, California. At this point, Kate is clueless about her hidden intuitive powers and the presence of an angel on her birthday cake, who is charged with overseeing the evolution of a soul eons old, belaying her latest six-year-old incarnation's physical age. While the story line focuses on the evolution of Kate's powers and her growing relationship with this angel overseer, it's also a story of parents and others who view her visions as a form of mental illness and who try to help her accordingly. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts may be directed to young adult audiences, but the first thing to know about Kate and her world is that her ability to 'read' others and effect changes that might not be entirely desirable makes for a compelling tale that many an adult will also want to read. As events unfold and Kate finds herself caught in a web of self-discovery and self-induced interventions, facing the consequences of her choices as her abilities grow, so readers are drawn into a plot that pairs a story of growing faith and evolving talents with a myriad of social, political and personal conflicts along the way. Sherry Maysonave's ability to juxtapose inner and outer worlds for a maximum sense of impact and her realistic portrayal of a youngster's world make for satisfying blends of extraordinary and ordinary experiences: "See, you’re not such a smarty pants after all. Like you can’t even win a game for four-year-olds,” Marilla Marzy taunted." Medical procedures and murder, teen angst and police involvements, eating disorders and intrigue, and interactions with the afterlife push The Girl Who Could Read Hearts into unexpected directions. Readers won't expect to find these themes wound into an overall saga of a girl's awakening abilities; but they are an intrinsic piece of a plot that combines spiritual reflections with social issues, and they make for a complex web of events that succeed in creating a moving, memorable story. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts is a highly recommended, evocative read for young adult to adult audiences who are interested in stories of evolution, spiritual guidance, and ultimately, hope.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was not what I expected it to be, it was6 leaps and bounds more. I highly recommend this 90
Forthenovellovers More than 1 year ago
The opening chapter to the Girl who could read Hearts was the starting of a great fantasy novel especially with the idea of a seventh sense but you can tell from the offset that this book will have very strong religious overtones which can be disastrous when done wrong. From this chapter the religious theme is strong but restrained which make for concise, clear reading which I really enjoyed. I didn't really feel a connection with Kate until the end of the first chapter which was strange as I connect usually straight away with the protagonist and this didn't happen for me. Although going into the second chapter the point of view changes so I am not sure whether this is a multiple P.O.V book and if it is I'm not sure whether it will fit in with the genre of this book I find mysteries, thrillers and action books do well the multiple points of view and religious, spiritual, romance and dystopian books suit the singular point of view better, but I am still undecided on this and probably will be until the final page. I also like the fact that new challenges are being presented to the characters even though we have less than 10% of the novel left to go. Out of all her children Terrance feels his mothers death the most but even in this darkness he has found his one true love in Angelique which provides a spark of light and as the FBI's net closes are Vaynem and his accomplices all is being set right and old wounds are beginning to heal. The final pages of this novel were amazing, so heart-warming and could restore even the biggest cynic's faith in humanity. I loved the characters especially Kate and Angelique as they were both extremely special people and deserved every happiness in life but remained focused on bringing happiness and joy to others being completely selfless. Overall I really enjoyed this and would recommend it to anyone who wants a light, fluffy and beautiful read which will be a smile to your lips and tears to your eyes at the same time. This book was sent to me for review consideration by Stephen Maysonave
ellarogue More than 1 year ago
Six-year-old Kate Kindrick is not like most little girls. Born with the magical ability to read people’s hearts, Kate is tiny, but mighty in her awareness and blessed with many gifts. When Kate was born, her dear grandmother, Grammy Mer, gave her a beautiful angel doll named Etta Ebella, that only rarely leaves Kate’s sight, but the doll has magical qualities and at times is very much alive. Etta Ebella becomes a silent staple in the story as much of what transpires in Kate’s life and her families is closely connected to the angel. Author Sherry Maysonave builds a strong main character in a child, one that remains poised and strong, while still remaining a little girl, filled with trust, wonderment and belief. After a birthday candle mishap, Etta Ebella is burned and Kate’s favorite uncle, TT, decides to take Kate to his new friend Angelique’s house, a real angel doctor and pediatric plastic surgeon. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts follows the action through many of the characters eyes and the story blooms into something beautiful and hopeful, even in spite of some of the events within the story. Kate is able to decipher danger, although not completely avoid it, knows when Etta Ebella speaks to her, when all the angels do and also is wise beyond her years. Kate and her family face dark issues, some within their own homes, but Kate and her connection to the divine help everyone to see the light. At one point, Kate’s mother begins to wonder if her little girl needs to see a child psychologist, but the love that all of the family shows for her and her attachment to her special doll, shows that the love of family, is one of the greatest loves of all. The Girl Who Could Read Hearts is full of magical realism, family values and excitement. Each member of Kate’s family seems to have their own moments of discovering themselves and coming together. The otherworldly, divine aspects that Etta Ebella brings to the novel, take the story to another level by adding a new dimension to Kate and her family. There is often more than what is seen on the surface and Etta Ebella and Kate’s gifts reflect this. Author Sherry Maysonave beautifully builds an engaging and admirable main character in Kate and opens up the hearts of her characters by sharing their thoughts and concerns to the reader on an intimate level.