Silly little songs stream through Pandora and I can't make them fit.

I've been in a dark place all day, a place dripping blood and screams and ache...I am trying to get out of this book and I can't help wanting to cry for Ishmael Beah and so many others who suffered so much.

His best-seller narrative is called A Long Way Gone. It has 131 holds at the library but I managed to find a copy there today.

So much death, so much destroyed, so many lives shattered...and I wonder for what this heavy price pays. I wonder this about all wars. Such a heavy price. For what?