Monday, May 16, 2011

books I "read": matched by ally condie

I checked out match from the audiobook library last week. What intrigued me the most was the cover and I wasn't disappointed. The book kept reminding me of Hunger Games even though it was very different. It literally had no action at all and was mostly Cassia's introspection. It was interesting to me how she was so content with her life in the Society. She wanted to live like she was supposed to and looked forward to what she was supposed to. She didn't start questioning how her life was going until a simple mistake occurred while she was reading about the boy she was "matched" with to eventually marry. 


I am looking forward to reading the second book in the trilogy, but unfortunately it is not available at the library. Correction! I just looked on amazon.com and the second book won't be published until november! I have a long time to wait! Eek! 

There were a couple poems that played an important role on the novel. The first one is by Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

A second Dylan Thomas poem was also mentioned, Poem in October, but only a stanza was able to be "purchased". 

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose


There was also a Lord Tennyson poem but I can't remember the name and can't find it online...


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