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Friday, November 23, 2007

She's Come Undone


I accompanied my mom and dad to their weekly grocery shopping when I stumbled upon an isle of pre-owned books. One particular book caught my attention. She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb. The title is familiar but not the author. I saw the seal or Oprah’s Book Club on the cover. Hmmmnn that’s probably it why it rings a bell. I might have heard the title on one of her shows. Oh well it cost me 95 pesos. If this book is that good then it would have been a steal!
I am now at chapter 8 and I am so loving the book. Dolores Price tells her life story starting at age 4. Her parents divorced because of another woman, her mother temporarily went crazy, she is staying with her very religious grandmother, she was raped by their next door neighbor, she is unpopular at school and there are these 2 girls who bully her non stop. All these at the age 13, what more can a person bear!?

I always thought that you yourself can make or break you. I’ve tried imagining being in the shoes of the person involved before I judge. I thought those were enough but I thought wrong. Imagining yourself in another person’s point of view is not enough. You’d have to be there to really know. Events from a person’s past, which is not in yours, can influence their better judgment today. No matter how intelligent a person is, emotion is a powerful cloak that blinds us and makes us see things thru an insane haze.


This book is really making me understand people more. That I can never categorize people. I can’t put them in little boxes and label them. Judging a person can never be good. No matter how deeply I’ve imagined myself in their shoes, no matter how much I think I know them, no matter how I’ve been in the same situation before, all these does not give me the right to judge. Honestly, it is too difficult not to pass judgment simply because we deal with different people everyday. We judge before we act, weather it is for the good or bad.


All these and I am just at chapter 8!? Hahaha! I can’t wait to go home to my warm bed, a tube of Pringles, and my book.

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