My B-side

Measure

I finally completed The Red Prophet. What a stellar read…possibly better than the first of its series. I meant to have the feat in a day’s time But as I comprehended the text nonstop for hours I realized it was too good not to savor. I’m about to ruin the book, be aware: Last night at two a.m or so I began to edge toward the last few chapters. I hit a part on my preferred of Alvin’s brothers, Measure. (Yeah, what a cool name, I know.) In an intense scene Measure is brutally massacred by a river rat called Mike Fink. Orson graphically explicates each break in every bone, in fact EVERY bone. By the end of it stuff was dislodged, parts dismembered. I thought I might yammy. Still not over…Mike Fink then becomes Mike Tyson and bites off Measure’s ear. Purposely snapping his neck in the meantime. I began to cry. When I say cry, I don’t mean sniffles. I was lamenting so loud the dog came in and barked at me. It took twenty minutes to calm down. I was grateful my Dad and his wifey weren’t home, it would be tricky to explain the circumstances. I was so pissed and displeased that I lobbed the book and vowed never again to read another like it. I was reading on like five minutes later. Two chapters passed and then Alvin heals Measure. I felt RIDICULOUS. That’s what you get for mourning fictional characters. It reminded me of Alias. Vaughn totally “died” at the end of the first season. I called up Diane, bawling. She kept telling me he would make a victorious comeback in season two. Even still, I moped around for days inflicted by the loss. And yeah, he too made a miraculous recovery from the almost-grave. Moral of the story: It’s one thing to laugh out loud while reading, but sob-fests are a whole different bawl park.

posted by Melissa at 00:26