On May 13, 1917, almost a hundred years ago, the Blessed Virgin Mary in the guise of Our Lady of Fátima appeared to three impoverished children, Lucia Santos and her two cousins, Jacinta and Francisco Marto.
Annette Chetwynd is the apple of her father's eye and a source of endless envy for her mother. A sickly creature with a propensity for fainting spells, she is conducted everywhere by her attendant, Miss Lucy Haawk.
Every once in a while, I come across a book that is so gripping that I can’t put it down. For some reason, I find it interesting to read memoirs about those who become disillusioned with a religion (or cult) and leave. Time and time again, these brave individuals leave their safely cloistered communities and adventure into the harsh light of the real world.
When I was in high school, I became fascinated by Betty Mahmoody's autobiographical work Not Without My Daughter. In reading that particular book until it literally fell apart, I found a strength in the author that I admired exceedingly.