Two years ago, I bade adieu to Tess Gerritsen with a heavy heart.
Why so? I loved her books and when you part with something you loved, you will be obviously, sad.
The gruesome details she explained in her books were something hard to digest. Her books would send shivers down my spine.
I remember going to the library and forcing myself not to look at her books kept in the shelf.
When the yearning to read her books goes out of control, I would go to my parents home and ask my mother to sleep in my room until I finish it off. Now, mustering all the courage, I have decided to read her books one by one. A challenge to battle to my own fears.
