The first thing that caught my attention when I started reading the book was that the titles of each chapter were numbers, and it made me feel like I was reading a diary, like a first day, a second day, etc. There was a part at the beginning of the piece that was actually very appealing to me where it said “her eyes opened”, this word actually brought me into this role. Interestingly, as I continued to read, I found out that the author has used a distinct point of view to tell the story that I found quite interesting. If you look back at the place where the author has mentioned “her eyes have opened”, is this a metaphor that tells the readers you are going to see what is happening? Because of this, I was eager to get to the end of the story to find out what would happen next. As a matter of fact, I think that this way of writing makes me think deeply. This was a series of silent remarks the deceased made to everyone who came to her bedside, describing the many things she had been through in her life, and what she loved and hated. In this novel, I am not sure if my experience is correct, but what I perceive is that people seem to be always in the wrong place, either because they are clinging to an emotion or because they are swept up in an emotion that arises out of nowhere.

As a girl, there is no doubt that I will be able to identify greatly with how the author describes Ana Maria’s emotional experience in the book. Maybe it is when she described his first love I would have great sympathy, or the confusion and overwhelm she encountered on an emotional level. There is nothing as irreplaceable as your first love, but life after that is something that is completely optional to me. I think the experience of Ana Maria in this novel may be common in the background at that time, but if it is common in the current social background, I think we can actually face it better when we encounter misfortune.

Questions that had come up to me this week: What will you choose in today’s society? What would you like to put in the first place? The feelings that we have inside always so lonely?