It is a disturbing book about a little girl who is raped and murdered by a neighbor who never gets caught and what is more has the audacity to pretend to comfort the grieving mother. The very subject is gruesome. It is more horrifying to read it as a mother. Why did I put myself through that torture? I guess I was hoping to see the man caught and punished. Does that happen? Not really, he dies in the end but.... that's not the same.
It is very well written. There are parts in there that are simply beautiful. I liked her idea of heaven and at the same time it bothered me. She talks of heaven being a place where your earthly desires come true and yet it is a place where you are somehow trapped, trapped with the things you love the most. Sad, isn't it. To have what you have always wanted and yet... to know that it is not true in a way.
Would you still want this thing then? Could you delude yourself into believing you actually have it? I guess I could not. I would know that it was not real, I only had it in my heaven and not in real life. In the beginning I would love that. Its me and my daydreams, I love them. They help me escape. i need my happy place. But you eventually get bored of your happy place and you need to move. I guess that would happen to my heaven too. Once I had had it for so long, then perhaps I would even stop wanting it anymore. And i am not sure if that would be a horrible fate, the cessation of all desire. In certain parts of the world that is the ultimate object to covet. Am I convinced of that? Some days maybe, others, not so much. Life, as I know it makes no sense outside the context of desires. Maybe some other kind of life does, but I do not know of it, so...
Recommendation : On a scale of 0 to 10; 0 being - never read this, and 10 being - stop everything and read this right now, I would say 2, 3
It is very well written. There are parts in there that are simply beautiful. I liked her idea of heaven and at the same time it bothered me. She talks of heaven being a place where your earthly desires come true and yet it is a place where you are somehow trapped, trapped with the things you love the most. Sad, isn't it. To have what you have always wanted and yet... to know that it is not true in a way.
Would you still want this thing then? Could you delude yourself into believing you actually have it? I guess I could not. I would know that it was not real, I only had it in my heaven and not in real life. In the beginning I would love that. Its me and my daydreams, I love them. They help me escape. i need my happy place. But you eventually get bored of your happy place and you need to move. I guess that would happen to my heaven too. Once I had had it for so long, then perhaps I would even stop wanting it anymore. And i am not sure if that would be a horrible fate, the cessation of all desire. In certain parts of the world that is the ultimate object to covet. Am I convinced of that? Some days maybe, others, not so much. Life, as I know it makes no sense outside the context of desires. Maybe some other kind of life does, but I do not know of it, so...
Recommendation : On a scale of 0 to 10; 0 being - never read this, and 10 being - stop everything and read this right now, I would say 2, 3
