My schizophrenic mother spun tales out of her hallucinations as if they were bedtime stories.
The machine monitoring my fathers cracked heart beeped in the corner of his hospital room like a misguided melody.
My friend broke her teeth on vodka bottles and breathed marijuana.
My classmate’s mother called and cried that her daughter swallowed forty pills for a midnight snack.
Then I cried into the night and it hushed the wails with a soft, clean pillow.
No one listened.
Day 11: Secondhand bookshop gem
I initially bought An Evil Cradling from a book hawker and then it was sadly(and to my outrage) confiscated during a seminar in my uni auditorium. I did not get it back and I was fascinated with the book and the style in which it was written in for the author is an Irish literature professor so you could see numerous lit references in the narrative. That is why I went ahead and bought it at a secondhand book shop, because I had to read it. And I’m glad I persevered in this regard.
p.s The rotten teacher who’d confiscated it was a monster. To steal someone’s book is to steal someone’s soul!
Day 12: I pretend to have read it
I had The Importance of Being Earnest for my literature paper last year but never actually read the play, instead sufficing with the movie and some Cliff notes summaries. Yes, I know, I committed a terrible crime in the study of literature but I really did not like the play whatsoever and if that makes me uncultured then so be it.
Day 13: Makes me laugh
Although technically they aren’t considered ‘book’ books, they are still comic books so I must say the Archie comics. I especially love the Betty and Veronica ones!
Day 14: An old favourite
I have a few favourites from the same author, Kate DiCamillo and they are The Tiger Rising and The Tale of Despereaux. I’ve always admired her ability to tell a story in as little words as possible, leaving the reader to think and feel about the book for days and weeks and months and years to come. Her use of different points of views in The Tale of Despereaux deserves a big round of applause.
Day 15: Favourite fictional father
This must go to Mr. Weasley from Harry Potter. His fascination with Muggle contraptions and tinkering about behind Mrs. Weasley’s back brought about the flying car with the invisibility booster! He’s so endearing and such a warm father!
A single mom recorded her kid’s favourite TV show on a video cassette and kept it ready for when her daughter came back home from school. Seeing that smile on her face, as she asked to watch it again was priceless and so her mom would rewind the tape with the VCR. That was when the magic started all over.
Charlie from a book called the Perks of Being a Wallflower made mix tapes for a girl named Sam. He loved her and those mix tapes, that he spent so much time filling up with his favourite songs, said it in ways he never thought he could.
An old video camera is taken out of the closet and a cassette popped in, to watch the dedicated work of a videographer…a teenage girl’s father who’d spent countless hours filming every minute as if he were going to miss something. He probably filled up piles of video tapes thinking he’d watch them back when he’s a grandfather, wanting to see how his little girl grew up. Sadly, he passed away and it’s his daughter watching the tape just to hear his voice or catch a rare glimpse of him (he never took the camera off her, after all). She mourns the loss of the most important man in her life while watching.
And now she mourns the loss of cassettes and their players, the connection between past and present. She’s lost the only way she can see her dad.
She wishes for a VCR.
To rewind her life back to when he was still alive.
My father was a computer science professor and he would go crazy about any new gadgets in the electronic section. He died before the huge boom in technology and sometimes I can’t help but wonder how much he’d have loved the tech we have today-the iPhone, BluRay, 3D TV’s etc.
Maybe if he were still here, I’d have liked them a little more too.