Books Make Me Happy

Fable: a fictitious narrative or statement: as a: a legendary story of supernatural happenings b: a narration intended to enforce a useful truth. Amy Lane has written a fable. One that starts with creatures so powerful, and potentially descructive, that they could have ended their story before it really began. The change and growth in the characters is an amazing thing to witness. There was wonder in the discovery of new things, and joy in the sharing of those things. Fire and Ice, both with determination and true desire, became the kind of people we should all strive to be. Content in our chosen life. Happy in the choice of our companion. Giving and taking from the world in equal measure. I loved this story. See what I said there. “Loved.” When I was reading this, I forgot a very important fact. Amy wrote a fable. As much as I loved 95% of this, and I truely did. The ending, however, is another matter, entirely. I could see it coming. One scene… once scene and it all turned around. I could hear the dreaded music start playing in my head and I could FEEL my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. I knew it was coming and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. It was brilliantly written, it flowed perfectly into the storyline, and it broke my heart into tiny pieces. This is a cautionary tale, my friends. One that shows both the amazing ability of a human to adapt, accept and love, and the horrible reality that hate brings. It’s beautiful, and ugly, and it made me smile, and it made me cry. Damnit, Amy. You owe me Kleenex!