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We
all live with scars—whether visible or internal. For Sarah Graves, the physical pain may
go away, but the unspeakable pain inside will never really heal. And for Sarah’s new
friend, Trent, a boy from school who fell through an open manhole into a pool of scalding
water, the scars will always disfigure him—even after the pain heals.
This mystical and compelling story—told through the point of view of
three women (Trent’s mother, Sarah, and the widow who lives next to Sarah’s family), the
spirit of a powerful Native American chief, and the Colorado mountains that view
everything from above—isn’t an easy one to read. It’s not a light, airy
summer-vacation-sitting-by-the-pool read. Instead, it’s a beautifully crafted,
bittersweet story about learning to let go of the pain we often cling to—and learning to
live with the scars that may fade with time but will never fully disappear.
While it tends to be a bit hard to follow in the beginning—these separate
characters with their barely-overlapping lives—it’s well worth continuing. The answers
to any questions you may have in the beginning will all come with time, and the
characters come alive as their story continues.
The Basket Maker
is more than just a story—it’s a cathartic experience that forces you look inside
yourself as you read. As the characters begin to face the pain they keep inside, so will
you. As they learn to let go, so will you. And in the end, you’ll find yourself
refreshed.
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