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Agatha Christie; An Autobiography; a book discussion.

The best word that I can think of to describe this book is the word “charming”. It’s charming like an old home that you spent your childhood in and revisited it well into your adulthood. It leaves you with quite a mystic feeling.

If old, you might as well be as old as possible- Agatha Christie

As teenage angsty this may sound, it was incredibly relate-able. In a lot of auto-biographies, there is a lesson at the end that the author had seemed to be working at, but this one was different. Agatha was simply doing what she loved; writing. She was just writing herself. She wrote this book through out her life which gave it a certain feeling of happening and not remembering.

It was before I was five years old that I was met love- Agatha Christie

I mean who wasn’t in love at five? And Agatha knew a lot about love. How it made you feel, how it made you act, how it made you look, and etc.

It was curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous, that you realize how much you love them!- Agatha Christie

Do you see what I mean?!?!? She also knew one undeniably fact about loving someone; how much it could hurt.

If you love, you will suffer, and if you do not love you will not know the meaning of a Christian life- Agatha Christie

But alas, even if we didn’t what to know the meaning of a Christian life, love is still demanding a place in our lives.

Love we cannot help but knowing in our own hearts is essential- Agatha Christie

That it is.

The important thing, once you have been hurt, is not to remember the happy times. You can remember the sad times-that doesn’t matter- but something that reminds you of a happy day or a happy thing-that’s the thing that almost breaks you.-Agatha Christie

I think that most important thing that I learned from this was that you don’t have to be broken to create. Agatha Christie came from a good home and had a great childhood, and she wrote without trying to escape herself and her ache. She just wrote. She have to have tragedies to build; after all the tragedies aren’t the ones building.

I don’t know I just had the preconceived notion that to write, or paint, or sing, or be any type of artist, you had to do it out of pain.

But you don’t.

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