Meteor

“Before you, my life was like a moonless night.  Very dark, but there were stars – points of light and reason…  and then you shot across my sky like a meteor.  Suddenly, everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty.  When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black.  Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light.  I couldn’t see the stars anymore.  And there was no more reason for anything…”

- Edward Cullen to Bella Swan in New Moon

     Meteors are such fleeting things.  Unlike comets which circle the earth and are seen again after several decades, meteors flash by once and then are gone forever.  After a meteor streaks by, there is a finality to it – a close.  And it’s sad, really.

     True love is like a meteor.  It would streak by just once in your lifetime, and if you aren’t fast enough or wise enough to catch it, then it’s gone forever.  And when love is gone, so is light… so is reason…

     I guess I’m lucky that I was able to recognize my meteor for what it is: true love in the guise of friendship.  I couldn’t imagine how my life would be right now if I hadn’t found my light and my reason… if I hadn’t found James.  And I would forever be thankful for the gift of love that we now share.

 

Twilight

     Being the avid reader that I am, I often find myself going through different “phases.”  I relate to the heroines of the books that I read, and consequently, I find myself daydreaming of the heroes of the books I read.  More so when I books I read are made into movies and I get to see the object of my daydreams enfleshed.  Yes, I’ve gone through a Legolas phase (The Lord of the Rings) and a Landon Carter phase (A Walk to Remember).  I also went through a brief Harry Potter phase, and I distinctly remember having thought that Cedric Diggory was cute, but he was killed off too soon and I didn’t get the chance to explore that phase more.  Little did I know that the fleeting interest I held would be resurrected to a whole new level when the same actor would play the character who is the object of my current obsessive phase; Edward Cullen.

     When I first heard about the book Twilight, I was intrigued by the number of people who say that it’s a fantastic book.  I never got to buy a copy, since I was pinching pennies that time, but I did read the plot summary and it seemed quite interesting.  I was specifically intrigued by the male protagonist, who also happens to be a vampire.  Seeing that my then-boyfriend, and now-husband is fond of biting… well, you could see where the attraction came from.  To make the long story short, I watched the movie, and then I was hopelessly hooked.

     The mania died down for a while, but when a colleague lent me her copy of Twilight, my attraction to Edward Cullen came rushing back.  And I am again hopelessly on the “Edward phase” of my infatuations.  Of course, beyond the raging hormones, I should say that the novel is a very good read.  The romance is surreal yet made believable.  I would not attempt to make a review though, as my hormone-induced state of mind would most likely just gush on the ethereal perfection of the book’s protagonist.

     So me just humor the airhead in me as I shout out, “I love you Edward!”

***No offense to my hubby.  You know I love you more honey!

 

My thoughts on “Imagine Love”

     I’ve read this novel several weeks ago, but it’s only now that I’ve had the chance to reminisce the plot and reflect on the emotions the story made me feel.  And I have to say that even just recalling it made me feel quite a range of emotions.

     All the characers in this novel have such emotional depth.  I can’t help but empathize with each of them as they go through their own personal triumphs and tragedies.  The emotions are so raw and so real, with the events so vividly detailed.  The subplots were so expertly woven into the main plot that the entire tapestry is so enthralling.  And the murder mystery is so intriguing that it had me guessing up until the final chapter.

     Katherine Stone’s Imagine Love is a very good read.  But you need quite a lot of focus since the story is told through numerous flashbacks.  In the end though, what’s important is that it makes you realize how great a sacrifice you would be willing to make out of love, and how the heart sees what the eyes could not.

 

My thoughts on “The Windmill”

     I have always loved reading.  From the time I’ve read my first Sweet Dreams romance when I was in the fifth grade, I was hooked.  Since then, I have pinched every penny so that I could splurge on every interesting novel that I could get my hands on.  And like every other female, romances have always been my weakness.  Of course, I’ve read my share of thrillers, autobiographies, and mysteries, but it would always be romances that would be my cup of tea.

     One such novel that I’ve finished reading recently is Stephanie Gertler’s “The Windmill”.  It is about a middle-aged couple who had to confront their individual pasts so that they could move forward and save their marriage.  I could very much empathize with Olivia, the protagonist, as she struggles between a mature and companiable love that has sustained her for decades and the fiery passion of first love that had been gone too soon.

     The topic of moving on, be it after a break-up, a divorce, or the tragedy of death, has been examined and expounded from so many different angles by so many different books.  But the honest, simple, and highly-relatable way that the story was written so poignantly touched my heart.  The first blush of love is truly unforgettable.  And should it come to an end, especially unexpectedly, the pain is beyond description.  What “The Windmill” tries to make people realize is that even the most shattered heart could heal, and that the human heart is big enough to treasure the past in one corner and the present in the other three.

     I bought this book during the time that James and I went to Hagonoy on a whim.  Fate must have led me to the little dusty corner of the bookstore that day, because after reading this book [and crying like a baby], I felt cleansed and free.  And whatever ghosts remain of the past I have long since closed, has disappeared.  The book added layers to my idea of marriage.  And I am committed, more than ever, to keep the fire burning for the rest of my and James’ lives.