Tuesday, March 27, 2007

the horse whisperer



When I read this book, at first I thought it was just a common best-seller book with a common twisted plot. Given the fact that I'm a bookworm, I was really critical.

But then, as I continued to read, I realized that, yeah, again, my instincts led me to a captivating book. Let me explain...

I've always wanted to buy this (The Horse Whisperer) book the moment I stumbled upon it at a shelf in a bookstore near us. Even though I've never heard of it before , nor the movie created based on it, I knew in my gut that I want it. Well, that's how I always pick my books. But then, I never had the chance to buy it because by that time, I was really being careful in spending my money. Besides, I'm a real micer and I couldn't bear the idea of paying 180php just for a secondhand novel, so I turned my back on it. So, to make the long boring story short, I bought it when its price was lowered to 45php and was really excited about it.

Don't get me wrong, I was real excited about it, BUT, I was also--always--critical. And then, blah blah blah, I fell in love with it. Really. Just like when I fell in love with the "Possession" of A.S. Byatt, "100years of Solitude" of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and "The English Patient" of Michael Ondaatje, and "Harry Potter" (series) of J.K. Rowling. You see, for me, it is always easier to fall in love with a book than with a man because books can make us see reflections about life that never did seem to enter our minds when we interact with people we thought [or intend to] we have special feelings for. They bring forth emotions that we always deny ourselves simply because we are too scared it will show and then it will shatter our faith--our belief--about ourselves that we are strong and nothing--absolutely nothing--can make us breakdown. But then, with people, they only make us doubt more that we tend to see ourselves to be always in the dark as we see them in it. Mirrors of delusioned beings.

Going back, when finally I reached the last pages of the book, I was deeply moved. Because I saw there what I always denied myself from understanding. Love is always knowing when to let go and sacrifice even if it will hurt you so. Like what Tom Booker did, because he loved both mother and child, he made the choice of dying than breaking more lives because of his love for Annie (the mother). Totally wicked story. Wicked in a good way.