My Book Review Sort-of

I just spent the day reading about 500 pages of The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray. I had promised myself I would do many things today but they were all shunned for this. It was a fantastic book, as an aspiring-writer I must give kudos to Libba Bray. Her writing was so pretty and the way she described things... I could say she might be Hans Christian Anderson reincarnated as a girl but she writes better than that. The story's plot was kind of about magic [please read about series for further explanation] but she described things so gorgeously that everything in the book became magical. That woman knows how to use her metaphors. I became so entranced in the book, that when I finished it and got up from the couch I was so far from reality I couldn't fathom that my name wasn't Gemma Doyle and I didn't live in Victorian England.

So to-day's blog has to be about The Sweet Far Thing or else it would be untrue to my day. Let me repeat: I spent just about the whole day reading that book. I mean, if you want I could rant about how computer Solitaire is fixed and was conceived by terrorists to be completely un-winnable and evil I can, but somehow I think you would no longer read my blog after that. So I will talk about The Sweet Far Thing. Kinda.

Okay, so I got distracted for a few moments playing this. Play it. Now.

If you didn't read it, sorry. Major spoiler. It ended with much saddness (Agh! I couldn't spoil it for you! I am weak)... romantically. Sad ending. You should read it. The whole series is only about 1600 pages, thats all it takes to get there (this is why I also spent all [most] of Tuesday reading the second book, Rebel Angels). This got me thinking, did I prefer the tragic ending? Is that perhaps more romantic than a happy ending? Or am I just a rotten girl and enjoy others suffering? I think I look back at my own sad, little, barely-existent love life and say yup, I can relate. I can most definately relate. I mean, everybody can relate to having their heart torn out and given to a hungry god as a sacrifice. It is one of those things life has bountiful. An alarming number of people can't relate to the happy endings. I look at married couples and it makes me sad because they are so not in love.

It makes people wonder if happy endings even exist. Hans Christian Anderson didn't believe in happy endings, I have never seen a happy ending, who is to say they do exist? Maybe heartbreak is in some twisted disturbing way happier than an actual happy ending. Heartache is quite a breathtaking feeling. You can be horribly, horribly sad but like a burnt forest, the creation afterwards is stronger and more beautiful than ever before. And when you find some ash while the forest is regrowing, you can't help but smile. You look back on ever second before the heartbreak preciously and it inspires a burning hope. When you have a happy ending, how can you have hope? The hope is gone. It is long gone. The only hope left is the hope that everything doesn't go horribly wrong which is not the hope I want. It is not the hope that something wonderful might be found at the next corner.

Or maybe I am so trapped in heartbreak that I can't see the happiness. It has slipped so far from my grasp that I can't see a happy ending anymore.

Stopped to play Miss Spell's class again

OKAY! I am NO LONGER GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT! MY GOD, how depressing I got. If you ever see me and it looks like I'm thinking, thats how I think. It all goes into this downward spiral until I have to switch and think about something else. Remember my first blog? It is that weird thought process I have that makes me crazy. Maybe my 11th goal for the summer should be to stop thinking like that before I go wacko...

Instead, I will share what I learnted from the book. I do not take morals or such from books. Pahh! Not me. Nope. I take character traits and file them into my MAY BE USEFUL FOR DEVELOPING IDEENTITY file-pile (imagine a ballroom filled to the ceiling with those neon colored filing folders. I collet them from characters in movies and books) in my brain.
So, this is what I filed:

JULIA'S PRETEND FILE INSIDE HER MIND

Date: Thursday, May 28, 2009

From: The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray

Personality Thingermabob: BELIEVING IN DREAMS

Describe in 3-5 paragraphs:

In Libba Bray's The Sweet Far Thing the main character Kartik believed a lot in dreams. It was, like, a main plot point. He believed in dreams. He had the dream and believed it to be true.

I shall claim this trait for my own. Kind of. [<-- I am counting this as a sentence File Inspector inside my mind] I have had a few dreams that haunt my thoughts. Things will happen in them and they affect my desires/fears so much, I cannot simply wave them off as a dream. Agh! Now I'm getting all sentimental about a dream that I had a year ago, that I love so much... I had it the night before my birthday. I spent my whole birthday thinking about what somebody said in the dream and had a dopey smile on my face all day because of it. Anyways.

I'm not going to be all like 'OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO RUN OFF TO A CORN MAZE IN MEXICO AND ON MY MAGIC-CARPET RIDE BACK I WILL ALMOST FALL OFF AND I WILL CALL OUT FOR [NAME CENSORED] AND [NAME CENSORED] WILL COME TO MY CARPET FROM THE GROUND MAGICALLY AND WE WILL HAVE THIS [CENSORED but not naught censored. Censored like, 'I don't feel like finding my diary where I wrote it down and telling it to you,' censored] CONVERSATION. But I will take to heart what happens in the dream. Duh! that's never going to happen but maybe I should consider what [still not telling you] said. Maybe [I am tiring of this but I will not forfeit the name to the internet] actually thinks like that. Maybe truth lies there.

Why:

Because sometimes you desperately need to believe in things that don't seem to be real

Wells... There is my file. This day is now over. It is 11:59. tata!