About book Circles Of Stone (Mother People, #1) (2010)
"In this compelling adventure, the stories of three wise women -- each called Zena, yet born thousands of generations apart -- unfold in a compassionate and moving saga that celebrates the remarkable growth of the human spirit."Ranging from the African savanna more than one million years ago to the fertile shores of the Red Sea to the magnificent limestone caves of the Pyrennes mountains -- where the first artists painted the firelit wonders of their existence -- scene after breathtaking scene draws us into their lives as they negotiate a world they do not understand. In this world, an ostrich eggshell becomes a wondrous device for carrying water and the earth's upheavals reveal a lush, lifesaving oasis to a starving tribe."With striking detail, CIRCLES OF STONE reinvents the incredible lives of our distant ancestors. As the human heart and soul emerge in a volatile dance of experience, language, and meaning, CIRCLES OF STONE becomes an unforgettable, supremely entertaining read."~~back coverIf there was an option for no star, I would have chosen it. I read to the halfway point (256 pages), which is my personal benchmark: if the book still sucks by the time I'm halfway through, I abandon it. And I did."She stared into the snake's eyes, and as she stared, they became pools, and then they were one great ppl of blackness that held everything she had ever known or heard, everything that was. She saw Kalar's eyes there, and Raleks's, and the eyes of many others, wise ones. All their knowledge, their awareness and wisdom lay submerged in the fathomless depths of the serpent's gaze. Zena drew it in, through her eyes, her ears, her skin and nostrils, and felt it settle in her heart."The snake's venom was there, too, its power; she did not forget. If she broke the connection, it would be merciless. It would strike and she would die."She swayed with it instead, slowly, in perfect rhythm, drowning in its eyes. Down and down she flowed into the depths of all that had happened before, all that would come to be. And slowly she knew what it meant to accept; to accept was all. There was no other way, only to absorb and to know all that come to her from the deep pool of wisdom in the snake's eyes. And when she knew that this was so, with her heart and body as well as her mind, she emerged from the depths of the all-encompassing blackness. Now all was radiance, as she had seen it earlier, except this radiance was so great it could not be absorbed. It washed over and through her and out upon the earth. Voices came through it ... the voices of all those who would come after to live and die by the Mother. They spoke to Zena, only there were no words. Their messages came from the knowledge of their bodies,knowledge distilled from the earth and sky. ..."The whole book is written like that ... flowery phrase upon flowery phrase, mystical magic ... it's all too much for me. Remind me not to judge a book by its title again, will you? I thought this was going to be about one of the stone circles in England or Scotland.
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