Author: Kim Harrison
This book was wonderful and heart wrenchingly sad. It seemed all about pain and suffering. Aside from at the end when Piscary was dead, Al was gone for awhile, and the focus was pacified there didn't seem to be a bright spot in the whole book.
That doesn't mean it wasn't great (it really was), but so so sad. How do you write about something that just makes your heart a waterfall of tears? It doesn't make any difference that it is fiction. Your best friend's suffering is fiction to you since you can't feel it or understand it yourself. Whether you are experiencing the loss and despair personally, or bleeding inside at the idea of another's pain, it's still sad.
I think I'm going to go off on a little side note since an idea has just occurred to me. Why do people belittle the anguish others feel when a first hand painful event isn't present? Examples are: people feeling strongly about movies, books, plays, stories; people expressing distress over other individual's pain; etc. Just because something isn't directly happening to you, doesn't mean you can't sympathize and share the unhappiness! It just irritates me to no end, when people act like I couldn't possibly have any idea what they are going through and therefore my sympathy is useless!!! You don't have to experience something personally to recognize the horror and pain of it!!!! Geez, it just annoys me.
Also, there are the people who are constantly saying "It's not real, so what's the big deal?". They apply this to movies, books, and art. If something isn't occurring in our reality, then there is no reason to get all emotional about it. This is another of those generalities that just irritates me to death! I am the kind of person that can't watch certain funny movies because I get too embarrassed for the characters. I can't watch scary movies because I will lay in bed at night before I go to sleep and imagine the horror as if it were real. I can't watch dramas where the characters suffer too much because I feel the pain right along with them. I just feel too much of what I imagine others feel. Very vivid imagination. And I'm not sorry for it. If my biggest crime in life is feeling too much, then I will take the punishment for that. It's just frustrating when people act like that is ridiculous. As if not feeling or realizing what others feel is a plus, so that it is easier to exist day to day. As if laughing at others pain is preferable to understanding it, or as if horror is needed to feel excitement about one's life. That just sounds and seems so wrong to me. I just don't understand the people who don't understand me....
Going back to the book now; it just made me extremely sad so I am really anxious to read the next one; hoping that it is happier. I want to find out more about these demons too. We are realizing just how little we know about them as they blaspheme holy ground, walk under the sun, appear unsummoned, turn out to be female, and have souls which interact with each other in almost human ways. What are demons...truly?
Finally, I just have to say that through all of these books and my blogs, the part that I love and respond to the most is the idea of friendship. Terrible things have happened to Ivy, Rachel, and Jenks, but together they can keep going and have a chance of making it. That idea is so precious and wonderful that it outweighs all the sadness and pain. In the book and real life as well=D
Thank you for your patience as always!!!!
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