I'm pretty sure my "FILTER" is gone. They said it would happen. It's really NOT my fault. I can't help it if my brain is SHRINKING and it's affecting my prefrontal cortex. Yup, that's the part of the brain located within the frontal lobes--OR WAS-- IN MY CASE---AND IT'S DISAPPEARING. This is the part of the brain that actually helps regulate behavior and speech. It's also responsible for INHIBITORY CONTROL--AND therein lies the problem. To put it plainly-- I seem to have difficulty SHUTTING UP. Yup, I just say whatever pops into MY NOW TINY BRAIN. I can't seem to help myself--BECAUSE MY FILTER IS GONE. I think it all started with the mask. I could mumble and say inappropriate things all day behind the mask-- AND NO ONE KNEW. Now that the mask is gone I'M IN BIG TROUBLE. I wonder if shrinking prefrontal cortex is a disability. I'll have to look into that just in case............Lenni & Margot actually have some serious health problems in Marianne Cronin's debut novel
The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot.Lenni is a seventeen year old girl who lives at Glasgow hospital for the terminally ill. After joining the hospital's arts & craft program, she meets Margot, a pleasant eighty-three year old woman with a heart problem. The pair hit it off and decide to create 100 paintings to memorialize their lives. Told in alternating perspectives, the reader learns about Lenni's struggles and why she seems to be all alone in the world. Margot also shares pivotal moments from her life that captivate Lenni's imagination. There are other great characters in the story including Father Arthur, the hospital Chaplain who helps Lenni come to terms with her illness. This multigenerational story about friendship and love is at times laugh out loud funny, but remember they are in a hospital for terminal patients. I enjoyed the book and thought it was worth the read. At 350 pages or a 3 mile run this book taught a great lesson about family and friends.
