“My name is David Bennett and I am a
man who treads a fine line between two worlds, the realm of the living and the
place where things dwell after they pass through this world.” (2)
His parents died in a tragic car
accident, thus, provoking his pensive thoughts about the why of human
existence. Why did they deserve to die? Why them and not him?
The writing was somber and lovely. The
way he puts things were perplexing, yet oddly comforting.
“I wasn’t a psychic or medium. No, I
wouldn’t call myself that at all. I would consider myself a traveler, who took
vacations from his body in the night, on occasion, and voyaged to a realm that
ordinary people choose not to see because it would mean confronting an entire layer
of reality that they weren’t prepared to acknowledge actually existed.” (14)
And that’s when his fascination with
the paranormal began.
This dark tale certainly makes you
wonder what the deal is with David Bennett. He wasn’t anything special, but he
had a keen sense and was hypersensitive. This facet is also probably what makes the
tale so ambiguous and perplexing. I couldn’t always follow what was going on,
but I still enjoyed the structure and composition. It was almost like dark
poetry.
It’s a pretty good read.
My rating: 3 stars
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