An interesting sales-pitch...

Hi blogssssssss, 

This was a fun read. 

I'm very intrigued by the way the hour of the stars was written. For the first twenty-something pages, it feels like I am sitting in a meeting room with the narrator who is pitching the idea of this book. He knew that he wanted to write and would be writing, but not much else. It was very peculiar that the main character remained unnamed till halfway through the book. I was a bit annoyed by that, but now that I'm writing this blog, I liked that he didn't know her name till it "came to him" when it did. It's like it feels right to give her her name then. 

Oh, her boyfriend was a weird one. Fascinated by blood and knives and obsessed with becoming a butcher. I'm glad they broke up because he was NOT good for her. Yes, other men in the previous books may have done worse, but this guy was nowhere near Prince Charming. I can relate to his frustration during their conversations when she kept asking him what he meant, and when he said "look", and she asked, "look where " (╥﹏╥) girl was being so literal. He was so done with the conversation, hahaha. I get it, but saying to your girlfriend that she would not get anything from you. Still, a cup of coffee was brutal, and Macabéa, a girl who had never known love or kindness, did not seem to mind. That broke my heart a little. I wish she were more demanding of what she was entitled to. That fortune teller really opened her eyes and shifted her perspective, but it was too little too late. 

Back to the weird sales-pitch feeling I have about this book, lol. I hated the fact that the narrator jumped in randomly to defend himself, saying he is writing her life as just misery, and at the same time saying he could make it good, but won't. Then I came to appreciate that he jumped in. See, we don't usually have that kind of interaction with the narrator. He is a narrator who knows what's going on without knowing it. Maybe he knows just a bit more than we do, but he certainly makes sure we know he is in control of the story even when he does not know what comes next. 

I think one thing I wonder is if Macabéa was content with her life. She did not seem to mind that she had so little, or rather, she did not show that she minded. It would be interesting to see if she'd continue leading the same life if she hadn't gone to see Madame Carlosta and died. 

RIP Macabéa 𓉸ྀི