Why did I write this book? ( a couple of words from the author)

This novel was born in my attempt to heal from the kind of heartache that was taking forever to wash off. Years after the blow had been dealt, I still found myself torn between the sweetest memories of the start and the tears I cried in the end. These two polar opposites kept playing havoc with my life. I never enjoyed any of the beautiful romantic adventures that kept coming my way while I was interpreting the present through the lenses of that wound. So I decided I wanted to get the whole experience out of my system, and allow it to transform me.

Often situations come to a head and sorrow becomes almost unbearable to provide us with an opportunity for re-invention, for rebirth into a higher, better, stronger version of the persons we were before the experience that hurt us crossed our path. In my case, it took me a long time because the depth of my feelings was unchartered territory, and the pain that I felt when that particular relationship came to an end was really unbearable.

But art can change things, and writing makes you process experiences. You can turn your monster into a kitten, and you reprogram yourself and your heart as a result. So that’s what I spent the past four years doing, churning out all kinds of feelings, images, fragments of memories and situations from my broken heart, in the attempt to make it whole again.

Cassandra’s story is one of struggle for ideals that do not seem to exist on Earth, and acceptance of normality, imperfection, pain and even defeat. She is on a journey, of course. It’s a heart-journey where time is irrelevant. She time-travels to various points of her life experience with Oscar, trying to heal the void that’s come between them. It’s an adventure in consciousness where love is the fuel. It starts off as a quest for the stars which turns into a wrestling match with one’s true identity, and ends up in the welcoming embrace of physical reality in its simplicity and beautiful bareness.

I wrote this book to say goodbye to someone too elusive and ethereal, a cross between an angel and a ghost, who didn’t have the courage to give that relationship proper closure. And that someone was me.

Piera
www.pierasarasini.com

PS: read the opening chapters at http://www.completelynovel.com/books/cassandra-in-the-mirror--2/read-online