I am going to write my blog on the story Indigo. I felt as though I could really understand where she was coming from. Knowing the difference between what she wanted and what was normal is not always an easy median to come to. When one does come to it though, everyone wants that individual to conform to what they solely want. Forget what the creator wants, what the other Indigo's of the world love to do, if it doesn't fit into everyone else's ideals it's garbage. Indigo though, knew that to be free of the confines of this situation, she had to hide the knowledge she possessed. NO ONE could know that she had found that median of understanding.
That being said, Indigo also demonstrates a ferocity that even today most girls, or men even, are incapable of displaying. In the face of danger she held her head high and went on the offensive. Her enemy never put her on the defensive, they couldn't put her on the defensive.
Nothing hindered who she was, not family, not friends, our talkative, nosy neighbors. When given the choice of a nick name, she rejected the idea. She wouldn't change even her name for others, so instead she once again found a median and abbreviated her name to Digo.
The character Indigo could easily be an inspiration for women. It doesn't even have to be women, but men as well. She is unafraid of who she is, what she is capable of, or what she wants to do. Not to mention that when she has a goal, such as that of learning to play the violin, she over comes it with great confidence. She looks the challenge right in the eye and conquers it with little struggle.

I have some heated things to say about "The Girl with the Blackened Eye." The first thing I noticed about this story was the description. The story also gives an accurate way of stating how people react to bruises on others. Whether the person thinks that the injury was from abuse or some sort of accident, people don't want to get involved in deeper situations. I also noted that the story held a lot about suppressing the memory, not facing it like a healthy person. What the person went through was obviously traumatic, and no one seems to want to know what happened. The girl mentioned that her husband didn't even know that part of her life. To me that is like hiding yourself behind a lie. Sure the lady was abducted, as well as other things, but it doesn't sound like she has ever gotten past any of it. The things she had witnessed and experienced has her still seeing the guy around.
I don't actually care for her. This is not to say that it isn't a horrifying story, but I just got angrier and angrier at this week person. It may sound cold and evil, but this woman is hiding from her past. She has brought lies with her. Her husband has no idea even what she went through. I don't like this person. She fears, but doesn't face. The lady is pushing her problems under the rug and one day she will make them known. Whether a real person or a character I would never wish these horrid events on anyone, but is it did happen, I would insist the get it all out of their system. I love the description, the movie that plays in my head because of the writing, but I can't say the same for the woman. I am able to say that I could feel her fear, and her other emotions through the writing. That the dialect is inspiring, but I can't condone the character.

On the page that has 25 on the corner I found a paragraph that stopped me and made me comprehend. Usually I would go on reading, not really paying attention to what the book or other types of long winded writings had if they do not interest me. I have to reread them multiple times just to comprehend them. This paragraph though, I didn't. To be honest the paragraph follows a lone line "The line of words feels for cracks in the firmament." It gave me the image of a string of word that head off into the sky. Eventually the further words would not be able to be seen, but, everyone would know that the words were finding a way to get to the heavens.
Reading the rest of the paragraph it almost was as if it were confirming my imagination. It painted the picture in my mind even further by the delicacy of the descriptions. Now the words are flowing at extreme speeds, right past Jupiter. Each word adding to a story that had a meager beginning. Trouble of getting past the large planet was described, yet no heavens.
The words continued to stream on in attempt to find there way in. No matter how long it took, it seemed as though the words were never going to give up. the idea was simply stunning. It was like people trying to fine the right words for a situation. Perfect meaning for things. Perfection that is so often compared to the idea that is heaven.
Even then the story wasn't over. The idea that the story can so easily be connected to the simple typed out words that are seen here. Making that image of words going past Jupiter that much more real. It leaves the question of what are we in comparison. What are we in comparison? That is for ones' self to decide alone I guess.