The wood pressing into my back,
Creaking under my weight
My hair cascading around me,
All I can see is darkness.
My hands resting on my stomach,
A flower tucked under them,
The loose white dress unmoving,
Feet as cold as ice.
I know I will suffocate
But I can’t move
Yelling and screaming into silence,
I want to claw my way out
My breath catches in my throat,
I try and stifle a sob,
Shooting up to sitting,
I realize it was a dream.
If only my mind would quieten
If it could stop whirring
For just one night
And let me drift into sleep
The silence all around
Makes my thoughts so clear
Hearing the world sleep,
A seemingly calm and peaceful sleep
I lie trying to think of the mundane
Then I try and think of nothing
Empty my brain of today
But then tomorrow creeps in
Pointless thoughts of nothing
Keep my mind active till light
Only then is it exhausted
And I can finally fall into sleep.
I am as light as air
I drift up and over everyone
It happened so quickly
I didn’t even feel a thing!
There was so much noise,
A screech of tires stopping,
The crack of glass breaking
But then it was all darkness
All these people started rushing,
The sirens were blaring
And the tears started flowing
Don’t they realize I’m already gone?
Those flowers on the roadside,
Am I now just a statistic?
My photo all over the news,
How my future was before me.
Floating back down I look,
Into this crying mans face,
Booze clogging up my nostrils
But he can’t hear me speak as I say…..
“I am 18 years old
I now will never marry,
I won’t ever have children,
Because YOU killed me”
Uuuuuummmmm, that pretty much sums up what I thought of this book! Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina is in the BBC hundred greatest books, which is why I finally decided to read it. I read a lot, and I mean a lot. Mostly classics as well as poetry but this book was confusing. It waffled even more then Dicken’s, had more French and Russian in it then a none speaker can cope with without footnotes and a dictionary!!
Having written this I did find it very interesting. I know next to nothing about Russian history (despite two of my good friends being Russian) and this book has many references to the history that was in the making at this time. I also thought it semi- interesting the consequences of Anna’s affair although the idea is nothing new for around that time and since then.
Really the book should be called Anna Karenina and Constantine Levin (admittedly not as catchy) because it is as much about him as it is about her the difference being Levin is actually in all the way through. There were long chapters where absolutely nothing happened so probably could be cut down to half the length the book currently is. In short I have very mixed feelings about this book. If you do’t normally read classics then I really wouldn’t recommend starting with this one as it will probably put you off.
“Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.”
There are so many different (and annoying characters) you need your concentration fully intact (worse than bleak house!) before reading it. I would give this book three out of five stars (could of been worse, could of been vanity fair!).
I am a huge fan of Jodi Picoult. Her books always make you really think and challenge opinions that you have felt were water tight. As soon as I saw the story teller on the shelf in Tesco I was like, I want. I turned it over to read the back, read two lines and it was mine.
Forgiving isn’t something you do for someone else. It’s something you do for yourself. It’s saying, ‘You’re not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.’ It’s saying, ‘You don’t get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.”
― Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller
The story teller is set both in the present day with Sage Singer, the second world war in Poland with Minka and a childhood horror story interwoven in between. Minka is a Jew who grew up in Poland and as a young woman was held in Auschwitz. She looses everything but somehow manages to survive until the allied troops free them. Sage Singer is Minka’s Grand daughter who is somewhat of a recluse who is ashamed of how her Mother dies and of the big scar on her face.
Unwittingly Sage becomes friends with a 95 year old man who turns out to be an ex Nazi who worked in Auschwitz. Does she turn him in? or leave nature to take it’s course? which will surely happen sooner rather than later.
There is a twist at the end where Josef turns out not to be exactly who he says it is and I have to admit I didn’t see it coming. I found the book gripping, sad and so interesting. I have read a lot about the second world war and the details still shock me. Jodi Picoult writes so well, if you haven’t ever read any of hers then this should be the first book you read of hers. Brilliant. I give it five out of five stars.