Wednesday 14 November 2012

Every You, Me Every By David Levithan

One thing I have found about myself through reading my book is that I sometimes jump to conclusions about people, without hearing their side of the story. There was an event in my book where all the evidence was pointing to the main character. The other characters believed he was the one behind the trouble. They just assumed that he was the one that did it without a doubt. In the end they find he didn't do it and had to apologize to him when this could of been avoided.
Here are some passages from the book that I really thought were well written and I enjoyed very much:

Passage 1:
I sat there in the dark staring at you. The screen was the only light on in the room, so I imagined your image projected into ever corner. I was seeing it but I was also within it. That last photo, you a blur. I was a blur, too. I was being erased because I would not stop for time.

Passage 2:
You see  photograph and you try to make yourself be there. But you can't. Even if you were they. You can't. And if you weren't there, you retreat into desperate invention. You weave your own fiction and try to convince yourself it's fact. I doesn't work. A photograph is a souvenir of a moment. Your own moment. I was losing myself in there. Because. Because. Because you were everlasting in the sunshine curious all right the kind of beautiful that I remembered.

Passage 3:
"You have to let go," the counselor told me. "Let go of what you are holding inside."
 I can touch the computer but it's not your face.
I can tough the screen but it's not your face.
Let go.

Passage 4:
"She didn't want help. She wanted freedom." But death is not freedom. For a moment it can look like freedom.But it's death. 

Passage 5:
It was then that I felt you there. Not in the way you'd been that day-pleading, yelling, angry, full of doubt. But in the other way. The person that I'd loved. I could feel you watching us, taking the snapshots of what we had become. Four people in the woods, arguing over you. Clutching on to our versions. Yelling uncertainties. And I laughed, seeing it. Because I knew she would've laughed.

Passage 6:
I still have the photographs, though. Even though they are as unreliable as memories. Even though I will only know my story behind them, not yours.
At least, not until you tell me yourself.

I love they way David Levithan writes. He can write a simple paragraph and turn it into something amazing, realistic, beautiful, and addictive. 

What do you think of  David Levithan's writing from the passages above? What do you like and what do you dislike?

1 comment:

  1. Love that you are asking questions from your audience. Looks like you are getting this whole blogging thing.

    Also realizing that you "sometimes jump to conclusions about people, without hearing their side of the story." Shows you are reading critically. Well done.