Monday, September 8, 2014

Perfidy

Stories often encompass the most unlikely of heroes.

An excerpt from The Tale Of Despereaux; 
How best for him to be brave? He cleared his throat. He let go of his tail. He stood up straighter. "Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him. 
"Once upon a time," he said again, feeling a tiny bit braver. " There was a knight and he wore, always, an armor of shining silver."
"Once upon a time?" boomed a voice from the darkness. "A knight in shining armor? What does a mouse know of such things?"
That voice, the loudest voice that Despereaux had ever heard, could only, he assumed, belong to the world's largest rat.
Despereaux's small, overworked heart stopped beating. 
And for the second time that day, the mouse fainted.

If I had to choose one book out of every book I have ever read that I could never stop falling in love with it would be The Tale Of Despereaux. The book so plainly and sweetly describes the struggle to hope and the fight between good and bad; light and dark, that it is always reaching out to the reader with small acts of  pain and kindness that break your heart and build it up again just as quickly.
I often find that people don't fall in love with good books. A good book keeps the reader in a continuous state of falling in love with it. Or perhaps it's the reader that makes a book good or bad due to opinion.
Another point i've noticed in the book witch seems to relate to reality is that everybody in the story other than Despereaux and a few other characters do not care why people do things, only that they did them. I believe that this simple act of carelessness by the book's characters makes the story what it is.






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