(M76'12) Parallel Spirits, T.S. Welti

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(M76'12) Parallel Spirits, T.S. Welti

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1mirrani
Oct 16, 2012, 6:17 pm

Okay, the idea behind this book was an interesting one... It's not exactly a haunting thing and it's not exactly a reincarnation thing... it's a spirit having to control a body to fix some part of a living person's life in order to pass on to the next existence.... Some of these characters are who they appear to be, some are taken over at times by other characters, who died ages ago, and at least one is a permanent take-over. Or at least, that was my understanding.

I hang up and the phone immediately rings again. For a fleeting moment, I imagine it's Conor calling me back just to hear my voice. Then I look at the screen and my chest deflates when I see Frankie's name.
I know this feeling. I have always felt like this, hoping that someone will show extra affection once or twice in a lifetime by just... doing something oddball and loving like that. Sadly, I seem to be the only one out there who feels this way.

When you know someone so well that a simple raised eyebrow or smile communicates an entire story.
That's the whole sentence, which strikes me as not really complete, but it's a feeling I understand also.

The smile on his face vanishes. "You are to understand that I was very uncivilized back then," he says, and I'm struck by the fact that I'm speaking to someone who's technically older than America.
I thought this was a cute line.

Sometimes I imagine the explosion in the jewelry store, diamonds and sapphires blasting into the street, trickling over my father's charred body."
This is a very sad description, but also a very beautiful one. I honestly felt that it combined the joys and sorrows of a car crashing into a jewelry store rather well. If you have to go, let it be beautiful?

Three words that will change your life forever. These were my father's words when I asked him why him and my mom were always saying I love you to each other. He told me that one day I would find someone who would make me want to say these three magical words. Then he warned me how love will change your life forever. Maybe I was just naive, but I took his words as more of a promise than a warning.
I liked this, the mentality behind it, the contrast of young and old, experience and not..

My dad always said that crying was our way of getting rid of the bad feelings. He said every teardrop represented one bad thought and that I should always cry when I feel like crying, because otherwise those bad thoughts clog up your insides and pretty soon you can't feel anything-no bad feelings or good feelings. He even had a catchphrase for the times he would catch me trying to hold in my tears: Don't muck about. Let it out.
Another one of these wise and learning kinds of things. As someone who always holds everything in, I guess it's true... But then it also depends on the kind of person you are too. This is sometimes just a little cliche for me.

And for the record I wrote "this is a stupid ending" when the last word came up. :p