Let me start this column by telling you about a book that I just recently finished. Its called The Clearing and is written by Heather Davis.
Here is a quick overview of the story ...
An 18-year-old girl named Amy goes to live with her aunt in the country, in order to escape her previous situations in life, and meets a boy named Henry who lives in a clearing beyond her aunts backyard. Because of a prayer, Henry is still living with his family in 1944 (Amy is living in the present day) and he is the only one in his family that realizes that time isnt passing. Amy is instantly infatuated by him, as Henry is with her. As they fall in love, they find that true love is timeless, however Amys visiting his family is threatening their safe existence.
I hope that by telling you that I cried at the end of this book, isnt spoiling anything for anyone who wants to read it in the future.
In my opinion, this book is sad. And when I say sad I mean, terribly sad! I have read a lot of books that are said to have sad themes but never once have I cried until I read The Clearing. By this I am hinting that if I usually can handle most books with an upsetting theme, this book must REALLY be sad!
So after I finished the book I just started to cry ... and cry ... and cry some more.
I dont think crying is that much fun, and after I finally stopped crying, I realized something. What did I realize?
I realized that I brought the tears upon myself. It was my choice to read that book, which I did for pleasure, not to cry! Crying was far from my intentions.
Although before I read The Clearing, I had heard that it was a sad, romantic novel. Something about the book seemed interesting so I just had to go to the library, check it out, and read it. I wanted to know what was so great about this book that it had such high reviews. I thought it would be a great summer read ... and this whole time I had been disregarding how sad it had been said to be this was supposed to be for entertainment!
Never once had I considered something that my mom said Why do I want to read something that will make me sad? This is completely true. Why am I actively choosing to use my time only to feel bad?
I couldve completely avoided feeling so horrible, if I had just thought about if I really wanted to read a notably upsetting book.
What Im getting at is, is that should we read books and watch movies that arent going to make us feel good, but make us feel terrible inside?
Honestly, dont we have enough going on in our lives, to have it complicated by fiction?
I think I will be passing up on this upsetting genre, and keeping to more upbeat reads. After all, when I have the choice to cry or smile, do I really want to choose the tears?
Ariana Sadoughi writes a monthly column for fredericknewspost.com.