Atonement.
I finished reading McEwan’s Atonement last night (want the honest-to-goodness truth? I was up until 3am finishing the novel, with only a candle to light my way due to the power outage; I couldn’t get my hands off it), and I just can’t accurately describe how much I fell in love with the story. During the middle I was so sure I already knew how it would end, but I guessed wrong. The author is so gifted in his creativity. By the ending, my face was streaked with tears. Others probably wouldn’t have cried, but at least sympathized with Briony and the other characters. I am not good with reviews, and therefore have to admit my incompetence in writing one up here for Atonement. It would be an understatement to say that it was an interesting read, or a must-read, or a ‘good novel.’ It was very well-written, descriptive, and captivating. I must have looked up a hundred words because they were too deep or uncommon, but the book was not just embedded with fancy words or very detailed scenes or good relaying of intense emotions. Apart from its themes and conflicts being expressed vividly, the story was very… arresting… That anyone who has read Atonement would not have the ability to deny its greatness…
This sucks.
It’s nearly midnight, and due to my coffee craze earlier, I am not sleepy yet. I don’t feel like sleeping. I feel like staying up all night just for the hell of it. I’m not bored just because I don’t have urgent assignments. Hell no. I have a lot to read and I’ve been busying myself with a few simple tasks lately. These are…
- Trying to finish “Atonement” once and for all. I was just getting to the good part–the part where Briony and Lola meet again after 5 years, when all of a sudden I was disturbed by my mother, and set to another task. Which is…
- To find that damn key I misplaced two nights ago. I can’t say I really lost it…. Okay I guess I can, because technically, it is lost… But it’s weird. You know that feeling when you know it was just with you the whole time, but it’s lost and you don’t know where to start looking… That’s how I was earlier. And guess what. I still haven’t found the darn key. Oh wait–keys actually. Because they’re my mom’s. We exchanged keys last Friday because she needed the key to my bedroom, and she didn’t feel like hooking the key in her keyholder, so we just exchanged ‘em, keychain and all. Besides, I was hurrying then; I had a class.
Anyway, that’s what I wanted to write about. Those KEYS. I hate it when I lose things, and practically half the time I do lose something. Like myself. *drama* Okay, serious mode: Those keys are important. Dad will kill me if I don’t find them soon. He doesn’t know about it yet but he will find out if I don’t get a move on. I’ve been through the house a hundred times already, and I haven’t seen those keys. After my last sad attempt at it, I ended up teary-eyed that I could be so unlucky. I mean, nothing’s really been going right lately…. This afternoon in class, my professor gave us our bluebooks back (it’s our quiz notebook) and everyone was excited to see their grade. Everyone except me and a few fellow unlucky ones. Contrary to my belief last week, someone got a perfect score in the quiz. Actually, it’s some people. Because not only one person got 10 points; a lot of people did. And I didn’t even get a point. I’m such a pessimist to associate some stupid keys I did not purposely lose (who the hell would want to lose their keys?) with that darned quiz. It’s just… Damn. Is nothing sacred? Will nothing ever go my way? Where the F*$# are those keys? I was just holding them in my hand last Sunday, while asking my mom for my own keys. And then my mom gives me back my keys, and all of a sudden I don’t know where her keys went? The hell!!
I’m hungry. I don’t feel like hunting for food, like the scavenger I am. What does it matter if I’m hungry. Eating won’t make those keys reappear. Damn it.
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Apart from the keys, I’ve a separate drama. One I wouldn’t dare to discuss–not here.
