“No matter how real someone’s love
might feel, I had to remember it wasn’t; I would have to train my eyes to see
through this illusion.” (5)
A young boy that was different. “Time
spent reading was time not spent exercising. As a result of this, I gained
weight, which was just one more piece of lumber for my peers to throw on the
fire so they could fuel their contempt for me.” (8) He was a loner…and, thus,
his fixation with horror began.
Writing was pretty good. At first,
this seems like a typical coming-of-age story of an isolated boy trying to come
out of his shell and see the world around him. As he began his entanglements
with the opposite sex, a jealous rage began to take root. Reading this felt like
watching an episode of The Wonder Years, except
there was a lot more sexual exploration and explicit scenes. His only purpose in life was to fulfill
a dream of being wanted by another human being, but, unfortunately, it didn’t
usually work out for him. Soon, he realized that love was nothing but a lie…and
the rage got stronger.
There was definitely a vulnerable darkness
to this story. It definitely shows what happens when a person snaps. How was
this real? Was this a dream? Maybe only the dream knows what’s real. I didn’t
quite get this statement. I understood as a psychological trauma, of being lost
between fantasy (what you want to see in your mind) and reality (what actually
is there.) I kind of think this is something that Hitchcock would say. It was a
mad man’s fantasy.
My rating: 3 stars
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