I just finished a book because my roommate said that I had to read it. The main character reminded him so very much of me.
Having finished it, I see why.
The main character possesses certain gifts. Mainly the ability to see the dead. No, I can't see the dead. 'least I don't think I do. However, and this might get weird, be cause to drop me from your friends or not read my blog... I do sing storms. It's a... I won't say power... maybe ability..? that has been seen in a number of my family members. Only one to a generation, however. My great-grandmother can do it. I'm told that my grandmother was able. It's not as grand as it sounds, we don't bring rain from the cloudless sky, we just... manipulate what's there. And no, there aren't special words that we have to say passed down from generation to generation told in the middle of the night under a full moon surrounded by candles or any of that. We just... There's not really a good way to explain it. It's as if I can feel myself reaching out to the sky. Pushing or pulling or urging... I know I must sound insane about now. But it happens. It does. I've turned tornadoes. Split clouds. Stopped the rain when the clouds are fully laden or urged the snow to fall harder than it was supposed to be possible. Yes, I know that these things sometimes happen without my help. I'm not saying that I have influence over every drop that falls. Sometimes a storm is bigger than me. Or I can't center myself. But when I can, I get results.
This character, who I resemble so much... is strange. I'm strange. I'll freely admit it. But not that freaked out completely weird, "Oh, god here he comes, let's cross the road." kind of strange. I'm different. My way is different. I walk a different path. A separate path. I'm led. If I go one direction instead of another, it's for a reason. I dream. I'm told that I See. I'm more dubious on that aspect, but... it's possible. My dreams tend to very very closely resemble future reality.
Said character is led as well. He dreams. He walks differently than do the others around him. He is tragic. Our families differ, fortunately. His was fractured and non-functional. Mine is strong and stable.
One final way we're much alike... He has lost his true love. The one he was destined to be with. Yet he saw her. She was dead, but there. Like so many others. But she was very much there to him. My Star, my love, is gone from me. Not dead, no, but gone just the same. My love for her is still very real. I am loathe to admit that it's fading, but it is. I still see her. Everywhere I go. I can't help it. I wish he and I were different in this way.
He let go.
I need to as well.
Having finished it, I see why.
The main character possesses certain gifts. Mainly the ability to see the dead. No, I can't see the dead. 'least I don't think I do. However, and this might get weird, be cause to drop me from your friends or not read my blog... I do sing storms. It's a... I won't say power... maybe ability..? that has been seen in a number of my family members. Only one to a generation, however. My great-grandmother can do it. I'm told that my grandmother was able. It's not as grand as it sounds, we don't bring rain from the cloudless sky, we just... manipulate what's there. And no, there aren't special words that we have to say passed down from generation to generation told in the middle of the night under a full moon surrounded by candles or any of that. We just... There's not really a good way to explain it. It's as if I can feel myself reaching out to the sky. Pushing or pulling or urging... I know I must sound insane about now. But it happens. It does. I've turned tornadoes. Split clouds. Stopped the rain when the clouds are fully laden or urged the snow to fall harder than it was supposed to be possible. Yes, I know that these things sometimes happen without my help. I'm not saying that I have influence over every drop that falls. Sometimes a storm is bigger than me. Or I can't center myself. But when I can, I get results.
This character, who I resemble so much... is strange. I'm strange. I'll freely admit it. But not that freaked out completely weird, "Oh, god here he comes, let's cross the road." kind of strange. I'm different. My way is different. I walk a different path. A separate path. I'm led. If I go one direction instead of another, it's for a reason. I dream. I'm told that I See. I'm more dubious on that aspect, but... it's possible. My dreams tend to very very closely resemble future reality.
Said character is led as well. He dreams. He walks differently than do the others around him. He is tragic. Our families differ, fortunately. His was fractured and non-functional. Mine is strong and stable.
One final way we're much alike... He has lost his true love. The one he was destined to be with. Yet he saw her. She was dead, but there. Like so many others. But she was very much there to him. My Star, my love, is gone from me. Not dead, no, but gone just the same. My love for her is still very real. I am loathe to admit that it's fading, but it is. I still see her. Everywhere I go. I can't help it. I wish he and I were different in this way.
He let go.
I need to as well.