foreveryoung
10-12-2008, 05:19 AM
I'm sixteen years old, and I attend high so please don't critique me as if I was an English major! I try my hardest, and put forth my best effort. I would really appreciate your feedback though!
PREFACE TO MY NOVEL
If Autumn Grace was a book, there is no doubt that she’d be a fiction novel. She’d be uncommon and hard to find. She’d be falling apart the seams; her cover would be tattered and torn but beautiful. Open her up and you’d be stunned, there wouldn’t be a single flaw, everything would be just right. If Aidan Matthews was a book, there is no doubt he’d be an autobiography. He’d be descriptive and precise. His cover would be just the opposite, it’d be unspoiled, and everything would be held together quite perfectly. Open him up and you’d see his faults, you’d also see his triumph over them. But if you were to flip to the very end of both books, you’d realize that their stories became one, and this is how it all began.
“If I had any logic, any reasoning at all, I would have stayed away, not fallen for him, but of course I didn’t and of course I’m in the situation I knew I’d be in. There aren’t enough words to sum up my passion, my feeling for him, but you wouldn’t understand that. You would never understand unless you’ve been in the same situation. A situation forcing you to continue living the life you lived for as long as you can remember or leave everything you know behind and make your own life with the one you love. A decision heart retching to say the least, and that is what I was faced with. Either way--I knew what I wanted, and if I hadn’t gone for it I’d regret it every single day of my life. So, as the story unfolds from the beginning, maybe…just maybe you’ll understand why I made the choice I did.” Autumn reread the words off her notebook again and again, each time with more distress then the previous.
PREFACE TO MY NOVEL
If Autumn Grace was a book, there is no doubt that she’d be a fiction novel. She’d be uncommon and hard to find. She’d be falling apart the seams; her cover would be tattered and torn but beautiful. Open her up and you’d be stunned, there wouldn’t be a single flaw, everything would be just right. If Aidan Matthews was a book, there is no doubt he’d be an autobiography. He’d be descriptive and precise. His cover would be just the opposite, it’d be unspoiled, and everything would be held together quite perfectly. Open him up and you’d see his faults, you’d also see his triumph over them. But if you were to flip to the very end of both books, you’d realize that their stories became one, and this is how it all began.
“If I had any logic, any reasoning at all, I would have stayed away, not fallen for him, but of course I didn’t and of course I’m in the situation I knew I’d be in. There aren’t enough words to sum up my passion, my feeling for him, but you wouldn’t understand that. You would never understand unless you’ve been in the same situation. A situation forcing you to continue living the life you lived for as long as you can remember or leave everything you know behind and make your own life with the one you love. A decision heart retching to say the least, and that is what I was faced with. Either way--I knew what I wanted, and if I hadn’t gone for it I’d regret it every single day of my life. So, as the story unfolds from the beginning, maybe…just maybe you’ll understand why I made the choice I did.” Autumn reread the words off her notebook again and again, each time with more distress then the previous.