the fountain

4 hours of long break inspired me to make my way to the new library located in the new building. quite impressive i would say, compared to the previous one we had. altogether 3 levels and all the chinese reading materials could be found on the 2nd floor. i wandered around on the first floor, going through the narrow pathway in between the shelf and was hoping to find myself a book which i could indulge in it. academic books were out of the question. and there i was, in the midst of all the story books and novels, be it fiction or non-fiction, i glance through each and every books. so many books, but most of them did not catch my attention.

just as i was about to move to another shelf, i came across this little book. The Fountain, by Emily Grayson. i took a look at cover page and here goes the description about the novel:

what if...

you could turn back the hands of time...

rekindle a lost passion...

find the true love you were meant to have?

what if?

a short and brief one, it felt to me as though it is not enough to give me a glimpse of the story. WHAT IF? the word caught my attention. at that very moment, i recalled of the past, of the shoe that i was in. i was still a teenage boy back then and i was questioning about everything that once had taken place, what if, was running through my mind, day and night, back then.

i finished the entire the novel in a single night and this goes into my new personal new record. the plot mainly revolves around love, friendship and family. there were many parts in which i have expected things turn out to be in the next few pages, and well, the author is so brilliant in twisting the plot, things turn out to be quite... out of expectation. the twist made me craved for more, till i could not let go of the book. a novel that worth he time and effort.

what if, what if? there were some questions that could never be answered, and some questions that should never be answered, and this one was both. -Pg 279, Chapter Ten, The Fountain.

at times, a life story without ending may not be perfect, but in another way, it may not be as imperfect as it seems. if i could turn back the hands of time and push the undo button in life, life would have been much different. i do not know if it would turn out to be good, or the opposite. i guess leaving the story incomplete, is somehow the most beautiful and most appropriate ending.