unconscious endeavours

THE STOLEN CHILD

It is yet another of those fantasy stories about faeries and changlings. What is interesting of it this time round is how this fantasy world intercepts into our real world. To have things simply put, the story is based on the two main characters, a changling who went to "steal" the life of an ordinary boy , Henry Day, and "becomes" him and the real Henry Day who had no choice but to become a changling.

The story is so wonderful to me because at some point it seem so real while other times, it's just s sheer fantasy. It is a Fantasy in itself. And perhaps what got me to it is because of the fact that it somehow reminds me of how we all are like living in fantasy worlds every now and then, living in our own world while the rest of the world is moving on. At the same time, we are always in this search for self identity. Who Am I? At some point in time, everyone of us was once a stolen child.

It has been a long time since I have had such feelings after I had finished reading a book. As much as I was eager to get to the end of the book, I cannot but help feel sad for a while when I was done. Flipping the pages was easy. Somehow it's always at the point when you get to the end of the last word of the last paragraph of the last chapter that you start questioning if you have gone too fast that you are missing out on the slow digestion to enjoy the process. And what now after I'm done with the story? The pages may have ended but the story does not seem to end there. The characters are still very much alive in my mind. Maybe I have become Henry Day? Or Ani Day?

Thanks to Winter for lending me the book which has been my bedtime story for the couple of weeks with my slow read to digest it, a good sidetrack from my thesis and all things architecture and most of all, a good inspiration to keep my imagination alive.

Without leaving much to be said, here's a good review of the story:
http://www.amazon.com/Stolen-Child-A-Novel/dp/0385516169

posted by shuugi @ 7:36 PM