Dust to Dust
Sep. 10th, 2005 03:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateOkay! At long last, "His Dark Materials" and me. It is utterly full of spoilers.
...and death is over.
In love with the daemons from the very beginning, and I was always fond of Pan being an ermine (especially "a white ermine for politeness").
Lord Asriel's betrayal at the end of "Compass" shocked me, since I wanted to believe he wasn't that cruel, although his coldness only makes him more alluring in the long run. I definitely thought that Lyra's fated betrayal was leading Roger into the trap, but obviously, I was wrong.
Poor Roger.
I didn't expect to like Will as much as I came to, but that probably had something to do with me sort of imagining him looking like Al. I was terribly worried that he'd go straight to Lord Astriel with the angels at the end of "Knife," but Will did not disappoint me.
...Mrs. Coulter remained a mystery to me, probably because her motives and feelings were eternally clouded and jumbled together. I guess she loved Lyra, I guess she loved Lord Asriel, I guess he loved her, but she was always such a strange mess of good and terribly evil that it was hard to know. I guess I'm generally ambivalent about her.
Now I have a special place for books that make me cry, and I teared up when Lee and Hester died, and then throughout "Spyglass," especially in the land of the dead. I love the idea of your death always being with you, and the sheer anguish of being torn apart from a piece of your soul...I was a bit disappointed with the end of Authority, because it seemed over so quickly, but certainly I couldn't have told you how to extend it.
But the end broke my heart because it wasn't fair. I really thought that Asriel would get a more dramatic end than smashed in the head with a rock and dragged into the abyss. And I really thought, hoped, prayed, that Will and Lyra would be able to leave one window open, just one, would that have been so bad? The way they talked to each other about love was so innocent and so perfect but so deep and it just...
Life is good, and death is over, and I'm tearing up again.
Sorry this isn't as well put-together as I would have liked. Much love for those who read it and want to talk. :)
...and death is over.
In love with the daemons from the very beginning, and I was always fond of Pan being an ermine (especially "a white ermine for politeness").
Lord Asriel's betrayal at the end of "Compass" shocked me, since I wanted to believe he wasn't that cruel, although his coldness only makes him more alluring in the long run. I definitely thought that Lyra's fated betrayal was leading Roger into the trap, but obviously, I was wrong.
Poor Roger.
I didn't expect to like Will as much as I came to, but that probably had something to do with me sort of imagining him looking like Al. I was terribly worried that he'd go straight to Lord Astriel with the angels at the end of "Knife," but Will did not disappoint me.
...Mrs. Coulter remained a mystery to me, probably because her motives and feelings were eternally clouded and jumbled together. I guess she loved Lyra, I guess she loved Lord Asriel, I guess he loved her, but she was always such a strange mess of good and terribly evil that it was hard to know. I guess I'm generally ambivalent about her.
Now I have a special place for books that make me cry, and I teared up when Lee and Hester died, and then throughout "Spyglass," especially in the land of the dead. I love the idea of your death always being with you, and the sheer anguish of being torn apart from a piece of your soul...I was a bit disappointed with the end of Authority, because it seemed over so quickly, but certainly I couldn't have told you how to extend it.
But the end broke my heart because it wasn't fair. I really thought that Asriel would get a more dramatic end than smashed in the head with a rock and dragged into the abyss. And I really thought, hoped, prayed, that Will and Lyra would be able to leave one window open, just one, would that have been so bad? The way they talked to each other about love was so innocent and so perfect but so deep and it just...
Life is good, and death is over, and I'm tearing up again.
Sorry this isn't as well put-together as I would have liked. Much love for those who read it and want to talk. :)
