Thursday, August 24, 2006 10:05 PM
I bought a rather new book- Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony. The rest of the series was beautiful, the only word I can think of to describe it, especially the Eternity Code. I have read approximately 200 pages out of the 360+ pages of this book. I must say I am a little disapointed. It wil become a bestseller, definitely. But, the storyline is not as good as I thought it would be.
It is basically about a land of demons stuck in a dimension with no time and all that seperates them from the destruction of the fairy and human race is a a few thousand years. So as always, Artemis Fowl saves the day. Just that now he has someone as smart as him, a girl- Minerva. It is still going well, but I am disapointed. I do not know if it is I who has changed, or the environment which has changed me, or the author that has change, or is it all of the above?
One more thing, I have observed a major change in my choice of books. Is it natural? That I do not know. It all started with me reading 'A million little pieces' and 'My friend Leonard', both by James Frey. You may not have heard the name but these books were international bestsellers. However, what is so special over here is that Frey is another drug addict just out of rehab. He has a criminal record and has been to jail. The stories are about all the emotional turmoil he faces in trying to keep drug-free and overcome the demise of his girlfriend.
The book has hardly any techniques like foreshadowing, contrast. It does not even have proper punctuation. There are sentences like-
Cry. Cry. Cry. My heart. My heart. My heart. Suicide. It is cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.
Simple, but poignant. I cried reading it the first time, the second time, and many times after that. It jst pierces through your heart. It is probably the simplicity that makes the entire true account even more realistic and saddening. Thus, I have believed that flowery phrases are not required to make a good story. Afterall, isn't a good story something that brings emotions to the reader? I do not ant to get lost within the double-meanings here, and get lost in what I am trying to convey. Again a poem, try to understand? if not, sometimes I wonder how much I understand what I am writing too.... The story in this poem is not exactly true but the feelings are definitely true. Hopefully, it is poignant....(:
The teardrop trickles
down my cheek
nears my mouth
rolls down my chin
drips on her bare shoulders
slips off her white skin
in the darkness of the
seemingly-litted room
she is unclothed
except for the white sheet
it rests at her shoulders
covering what is underneath
those eyes
they were blue with life
watery with sorrow
poignant with emotion
now they are closed
they shall remain so
i respected her in life
so will i in death
her lips
pale and cracked
they were gentle
they were soft
i do not recognise her
though she is who she is
i seem like i have never known her
this being under this white sheet
i sob
she is gone
only a lifeless being
under a cold white cloth
i cry
with my heart
she cries
with her heart
our hearts join
in life and in death
we embrace
and release each other
she has to go
i cannot stop her
i start to break
the tears are flowing down
she leaves
with no sound
my heart breaks
into a million little pieces
she was with me in life
she is with me still
we meet among tears
among those watery blue eyes
we meet
only us two
no white cloth
no steel cabinet
just the two of us
we hold hands
time stops
nothing else matters
the tears start to flow
time stops
the tears flow
we embrace
tears
tears
tears
