Last night I finished a book called “A Monster Calls” by Patrick Ness, I won’t say this is a review per se because it really isn’t – but I would say it is more of a little chat about the characters.
I felt that this book was a huge tear jerker, it certainly got my eyes watering in parts – as for the monster, well to me the monsters in this book aren’t what you think they are, I think this book has a moral and that is “not everything is as it seems and don’t judge a book by its cover” you will misinterpret at the very beginning who the monster/monsters are, trust me, you will only find out in the ending chapters the truth of who the monster really is.
Because it is a twisty turning fabulous book, I won’t give you any spoilers other than what I have already said.
Now, about the characters, the main character is a boy named Conor who is going through a huge amount of trauma at the age of thirteen – but I am more interested in mentioning the supposed monster that comes to visit him at 12:07 every night – why skip the main character? Because he is just a human boy going through a bad time and I am more interested in the fantasy aspect of this book rather than the realism of it. The so-called monster is nothing more than a big brash ancient yew tree that comes alive like an ent from middle-earth to basically have a chat with the young boy and tell him a few stories. I loved this about the book because in the past ten years I have thought off and on about writing a novel about a tree that comes to life as well based on the Germanic folklore of the wood wives, the wood wives according to legend are beautiful female spirits of the forest who are also vampiric, basically vampiric faeries who turn into trees and bring trees to life amongst other things; I am also interested in the yew tree because it is very similar to the avenging birch tree from the short movie “The Birch” which again I believe could have been inspired by the ancient Germanic legend, the wood wives.
So if avenging wrathful trees are your thing, you know what to look out for. I got this book from the library but I have bought a copy along with the DVD from Ebay because I just find it absolutely fabulous! The movie stars Liam Neeson and Sigourney Weaver.
The cool crisp air is beckoning winter onwards today
The trees drop their leaves in submission to winter’s king
The flowers fall into humbled curtseys at this king’s presence
And they lay a carpet of white frost for his regal feet
Soon they will bask in his regency sending gifts of crystallized water
The world becomes his treasury laid out for all to see, how marvelous it is to be
The king of winter
My mind is like a gallery, with pictures you can’t see
Oh how I wish you’ll see them, what sights there are in me
My memories of lavender fields and brightly colored stones
And kestrels up on the wing, over my head have flown
Delightful little butterflies who have landed on my hand
And baby swans upon the lake all over this pleasant land
I have seen such wonders, such a joy to see
Little rabbits playing, frolicking by trees
I have seen the otter holding its mother’s hand
I have seen a rainbow, arching over our land
The little things in life are sweet
I find nature a beautiful treat
The summer brings freshness to the air around us
A warm breeze that gets into the bones warming our insides and feeding us with drops of the sun
The rustle of the trees around me sing a tune of ancient songs
I am in love with this place
My love for it is strong
Oh summer, to deny me of your presence, is wrong
This world is our home, a wonderful dome, filled with such diverse beauty oh what have we done?
Our home chokes to death on invisible black flames of carbon, oh what have we done? What have we done?
Trees falling all around us, a great infestation of greed pulls them to the ground, oh what have we done? What have we done?
What do we need so badly that we’re destroying the things we need the most? Air, land, sea, sky, oh why, oh why, oh why? What have we done? Look what we’ve done!
The big brains say we’re progressing, but what is progression? To die before we’ve lived? We’ve no other place to go, so why are we cutting the world away like there’s an alternative?
There is no alternative
Oh what have we done? What have we done?
We’re progressing towards mass extinction, mass end of life, mass death run rife.
What have we done?
We can stop…
Small changes mean a lot
Giving up comforts for survival maybe our only revival – look what we’ve done, stop this… everyone?
Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s death…
You entwine upon my trellis, twisting here and twisting there, living your life without a care
Slowly you creep, ever winding, still finding your way around
Round and around
You live in never-ending circles
The slowest merry-go-round in the world for bugs and ants alike
Grinding into woods and trees, digging deep with all your might
Your berries, like amethysts glow in the gleaming sun attracting birds like starlings to feast and to come
My emerald city thinks the aphid
My poem here is done
© Tina Cousins 2013