I remember seeing this book at my local library and being so intrigued by the cover. I didn't know who Sinead was at all, I honestly don't even think I ever even heard of her at the time. Reading this book really changed my life and I fell in love with her story, her grit, and her tenacity. I was amazed. What really moved me is that Sinead actually passed away while I read her book :(. That was something that shook me. And honestly, if I never would've picked her book up, the news wouldn't have moved me because I didn't know who she was at all. But no, her book changed my life and then she was gone. I was devastated, to say the least. Her story inspired me and then it ended abruptly. Sad wasn't the word. I became demotivated. I fall in love with books and I hold such a respect to the authors who write them. They are the building bricks of this world. The building bricks of my world especially.
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