Sunday, February 22, 2015

I Was Here

Book: I Was Here by Gayle Forman

Unfortunately, over the long 10 day weekend, my family did not have a vacation planed... But, while being locked in my house, I managed to read the new book by Gayle Forman, I Was Here. Forman is the author of the If I Stay books. 

I Was Here is about a girl Cody, trying to find her way after her best friend, Meg, commits suicide. When Cody is asked to go clean out Meg's dorm room, she comes across many people and things she had no idea about. Looking deeper into Meg's life, Cody discovers that there might be more to Meg's suicide than she thought. 

I thought this was a good book. It was a great mixture of mystery, tragedy and romance. It was your typical dealing with a loss story, but I still think it was entertaining, a good read and sends out a great message about life. As you can probably assume, it was depressing at times but also funny and uplifting at others.

We see the title of the book come into play closer to the middle of the book. It says, "New stuff was always being scrawled over the old, though one line, Meg's favorite, remained gouged into the metal: I Was Here. She loved that. 'What more can you say, right?' she'd ask." (99) I think that is a great title for the book and really good supporting detail in the story. Although it is a simple statement, it holds a lot of words behind it.

When reading the Author's Notes section at the end of the book, you can see the true meaning of the story come out. Forman explains that she got her inspiration for this story from a girl named Suzy who suffered from depression and committed suicide. She also tells us that,"... majority of people who take their own lives-90 percent or more- had a mental disorder at the time of their deaths." Gayle Forman then reaches out to those who are suffering from depression or going through a dark period in there life. She gives names of multiple websites and numbers for help lines that will help people in need. She also says, "Life can be hard and beautiful and messy, but hopefully, it will be long." I think it is really awesome how she is reaching out to the readers. Although it is just a story, it holds a lot of meaning and reaches out to people in the real world. I Was Here sends out a very inspiring message that allows you to see not only into the lives of the characters, but also into the lives of real people.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Blog Post #2
Continuation of Fahrenheit 451


As Mrs. Phelps walked home from Montag's, she looked up when she heard the the roar of jets from above her. Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind... She could not get that poem out of her head. Mrs. Phelps could not stop the constant stream of tears from flowing out. For some reason, she felt worried. And that was not something she did. As she watched the receding lights of the jets, images of Pete kept flashing before her eyes. Mrs. Bowles rubbed her back and whispered reassuring, meaningless words into her ears. But it was as if she wasn't even there. For the first time, Mrs. Phelps realized that she was lonely...

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain...  "It's all true." Mrs. Phelps whispered. She didn't wan't to be lonely anymore. She didn't wan't to be independent anymore. She didn't want to have a fourth marriage. Mrs. Phelps pushed Mrs. Bowles hand off her back and walked faster.
"I will see you later," she said sternly and went on her way. She couldn't stand all of the fake surrounding her. Why hadn't I realized this before? In desperate need for something real, Mrs. Phelps kicked off her fancy fake heals and started to jog to her house. The unfamiliar burn in her lungs was comforting. As the constant stream of tears slowed to a stop, she realized that her "happiness" was just covering up her sadness.

Mrs. Phelps stumbled into her house panting heavily. The hum of the walls filled the house. She forgot to turn them off before she left that night. She walked into the wall room and turned around as she watched the fake smiles look down at her. She went to the main consul and slammed in on the ground. The people on the walls fizzled out into blackness. "Well, thats a start..." Mrs. Phelps said as she walked out of the room and didn't turn back.