my prelude Have you seen Big Fish or Moulon Rouge, or any other Tim Burton or Baz Luhrmann films? How they make you feel a strange out...moreRating: 4.5ish :)
my prelude Have you seen Big Fish or Moulon Rouge, or any other Tim Burton or Baz Luhrmann films? How they make you feel a strange out of body experience, or like you’re watching life unfold while you are in a tank of water like Houdini? And a pull tugs at your clothes, your hair, your limbs, and you’re not sure why, but this strange feeling makes the sight irresistible.
This was my Big Fish. I loved it so much. And throughout the first hundred pages, I kept thinking to myself “This is so strange.” Because between Elliot and Julia (YES my name, I know, I’m estatic like the crazy narsastic bookworm I am), their utter devotion was beyond intense and their reactions were sometimes extreme, which a lot of times are things that just rub me wrong. But here? My word. I was enthralled. After about a third of the way things started to get more heated, and by half way I was so used to this oddities that my brain was complete focused on the impending danger and the suspence that kept me constantly moving around (making my kitty quite mad that her lap kept wiggling).
But, my point. I love Fisher Amelie to death. And I loved getting to see this side of her through her writing. It had the same creativity and musical beat that her other stories have, but it was quirky and darker than her other novels, which gave it a very interesting twist. It is also paranormal, rather than her other two contemporary.
the story Its starts off with foreshadowing. Very scaring foreshadowing. Foreshadowing with guns and iniment death.
Then we meet Elliot. He has known Julia his whole life; they even used to be friends until 7th grade. Now it’s the beginning of their senior year of high school, and as Elliot see’s Julia walking down the hallway, he can’t take her eyes off her. More than that he’s buzzing. When she brushes past him, a jolt of electricity pulses through him. He knows she felt it too, and in his desperation to figure it out, he wants to talk to her, only she won’t listen.
Then we meet Julia. We relive their meeting through her point of view, and my god does she feel it too. But she doesn’t want to; she can’t. She has been the social outcast for years because of him. She lost her friends, and had nobody to turn to except for Sawyer who occasionally would talk to her in the hall. Everybody else thought she was too strange, or too weird. She listened to bands nobody else knew, and wore belly-dancing skirts over her jeans.
Despite Julia’s mixed intentions to both evade and sense that spark of Elliot’s nearness, somehow they can’t escape each other. Elliot is going crazy with the need to talk to her and Julia is struggling against her will to hide when he is near so he doesn’t find her. But when finally the walls break down between them, they realize that as happy as they might be with their new found connection, there are others who aren’t so happy, and that threat is much bigger than either of them realize.
the fun stuff The first part of the story as I alluded to is lived through twice, once in Elliot’s perspective and once in Julia’s perspective. For the most part, the rest of the story is from Elliot’s perspective except for a few key scenes.
The book is partially paranormal because of the connection between Elliot and Julia, but everything else is very real. What I love though is it still has real crazy – not superhuman paranormal crazy, but good old fashioned serial killer type crazy (except there is no serial killer here – that was just an example).
The type of love in this story is the type of love in the Significance series by Shelly Crane – it can be a little over the top at times, but as I mentioned before it is swallowed in this overarching “Big Fish effect” which makes the little lapses in support behind the relationship (even though it is sort of there) unimportant. So yes, its intense, but at the same time, its critical to the story. As I love to point out every so often, this is why fiction exists – to create these amazing original stories that we just love to love. It doesn’t need to be “perfect” according to what is in the real world, because really it is perfect – it is true to itself, and however the story is written is how it is supposed to be written (by the author).
Now that I’ve stopped making sense, my one quick thing: the only thing that drove me a tad nuts was the pet names – not necessarily that there were pet names but that there were so many different ones that it felt odd coming out of their (nonexistent) mouths. I think I just wanted a little more consistency with the names, or maybe I just didn’t picture them as pet name people – I’m not sure. But, that’s just something I thought of.