It kills me, a little bit at a time-
The cruelties of this world;
The cruelties of man;
The harshness we ooze forth.
We judge a man by his color-
His tribe, where he’s from;
He’s wealth and all his worth;
The Lord he worships at dawn.
And the heart beneath his hide of skin-
Isn’t enough to save him from
the wrath employed by man;
such is the injustice of this world.
And it kills me… A little bit at a time.
I have the bad habit of reading a book summary rather than going full on to read a book. Of course I have my reasons (Which might not be rational), but anyway- I hate Romance. Yup, I know hate is a big word and I dislike to use it, but in the case of romance, it is necessary. Btw, no offense to romance novel readers. I don’t know, some say it’s a phase (I doubt it) but for the time being, I still can’t stand romance books. I don’t like sci-if or post apocalyptic novels and I don’t like melodramas. Oh, I might also add that I don’t like to read books over a certain number of pages. I’m not one for gigantic novels.
Now, all that said; I have been hearing of a film called ‘Gone girl’. Everyone’s talking about it (on the net, they are) and it’s a novel adaptation. As experience has taught me, I went straight for the bulls horn and checked out the novel. Well, not technically. Basically, I googled ‘Gone girl’ and opened the link that directed me to Wikipedia. I read the summary and my God I was Stunned. I know it’s just a summary but that was one heck of a summary. I mean, it was good! Some may say, well it’s not the full book. But really it’s like this- If a movie trailer is bad, then very few people would watch it, personally I wouldn’t. Same goes for a book.
I love thrillers and Gone Girl, it encompasses everything, from thriller to suspense to a dead-awesome ending. It shows two sides of a story, which I find really appealing.
And at this moment, I feel bad about my writing skills because Gillian Flynn- she has re-written the standards to writing. Now, my new goal is- if I can write at least as good as Gillian Flynn in gone girl, then I’ve made it.
It’s not yet time to worry-
You’ll know when it arrives;
It’s different, takes us up by storm-
and shatters every glass.
So don’t you fret my dear-
we’re way too far from worry;
Can’t feel the clouds announcing here,
storms not yet approaching.
And worry not did I,
At winds that blew wild at me;
Some glasses still remain intact,
so its not time to worry.
Not yet… anyway