Under the Light

Under the Light  - Laura Whitcomb Laura Whitcomb es una poeta que se hace pasar por novelista para jóvenes adultos .

Es capaz de escribir frases como ...

The breeze danced my hair around, tickling my face. The sky was a watercolor of grays and whites and lavenders.

"Somewhere, I thought, there’s a place where this sky touches down to the ground in every direction instead of going behind houses and trees and power lines. And somewhere the grass grows long with no lawn mowers cutting it and it gets dry and brown without sprinklers, and the land is so flat, you can almost see the curve of the earth if you try. (...)
A drop of rain, invisible until just before it hit my throat, startled me. I have no idea why, but I thought it should have passed through me instead of tapping a wet spot on my skin. As another drop struck my cheek and another my wrist, I lifted my arms and stretched my fingers toward the sky. I tried to move that gray cloud out of the way, but I had no power over it. Of course. If I’d ever had powers, I’d lost them. Another drop hit the corner of my eye like a cold tear.".


Declaraciones de amor que pelean :


When he looked at me again he asked, “Why would you like me?”
I took a breath and spoke carefully so he wouldn’t think I was throwing words around. “Because you defended me in front of your friends even though you got beat up for it,” I told him. “And you noticed me when I was sad and you wanted to know what I was thinking when I prayed with my eyes open.”
He sighed. “I can’t make time go back there. It’s too late. I grew up.”
“I like the way you turned out. I love you”.



Y tristezas que lloran...

I sang a folk song I’d sung to my own little girl a hundred times—the one about the rolling river. Soon Jenny’s eyes were closed and her breaths came smooth and far between. Tears had dried on her face in delicate salt lines. Her hair fanned out on one side of the pillow.
“Why are you sad?” I asked her.
I didn’t expect her to answer, but from her throat came the faintest sound of question, as if she hadn’t understood me properly. It gave me a thrill to think she might have actually heard my question in her sleep.
“Why were you crying?” I asked.
Then the faintest sound of regret from deep in her dream. And four words, “I used to fly.”.


Y todo eso sin dejar la trama de lado .

Jenny y Billy se vuelven a conocer sin acordarse haberse conocido jamás . Todo a causa de una foto de los dos juntos , hombro desnudo contra hombro desnudo en una cama desordenada y la felicidad exorcizando ambas caras ; el amor anduvo de paso y ello nunca estuvieron cerca para darle la bienvenida .

La novela empieza más o menos por ahí - los dos adolescentes de vidas dispares tratando de encontrarle un sentido a dos semanas que ninguno de los dos recuerda pero que una foto comprueba . Al empezar el reconociento y la claridad en la confusión , empieza esta novela simple , sin las boludeces habituales del género pero tampoco con la superacción de otras novelas paranormales .

Los primeros capitulos son pura fantasía , un viaje de colores e imágenes tan bien descriptos como soñados . La historia se desarrola lentamente y poco se va desentrañando lo que , a los ojos de los protagonistas es misterio pero para nosotros es la primera parte de esa saga , la historia de Helen y James .

Lo disfruté muchísimo . No soy creyente en absoluto y , sin embargo , me emocioné y me dejé llevar por esta historia . Es muy fácil sentirse amiga de Jenny , Billy y Helen , muy facil agarrar el libro y no soltarlo hasta terminarlo . Casi como si fueras Helen , LUZ y siguieras de cerca la vida de los vivos .

Pura poesía . Eso es Under the Light .