Ella Enchanted

Library lesson. I've always thought it useless, because I do not digest what I read. Often pretending to do so, so that I could keep from dozing off.

Went in and scanned the shelves for something. Maybe another round of Eldest? Lemony Snicket perhaps? I felt so half-hearted. Then, something caught my attention. A book that tilted forward, that made the tidily arranged books uneven. The title was gold against the yellow coloured spine, which makes it less stand-outish than the other books either side of it that offered me the blinding bright colours. I pulled the book out, the covers blank. Wrapped completely in forest-green, it offers no picture, no sypnosis whatsoever, apart from two things mentioned on the bind. The title, and the author's last name.

"Ella Enchanted" it read. I hesitated the mention of the alliteration. It tells me a tale of magical possibilities, of gnomes and fairies, and charming princes galloping to the rescue with their white horses. All in subject of which I loathed so far as my childhood's concerned because it was too fake for me and refused to believe it all in all. I refuse to imagine childish stories and waste my memory, so it often lead me to sleep.

Though unconvincing the experience of fairy tale may be, the secrecy of the book had won me to give it a try. I simply gave in, and walked towards the end of the library to join the others. I turned the first chapter, and the weak pages beneath the hard cover amuses me. I like how it feels.

I read on and on, till I borrowed the book. And on and on I went. On in midnight when the moon was high and full, On in the day where I sacrificed the light through the hours. And as I went along, I began to enjoy it. I conclude that it is not about typical magical maladies, the fact that it is twisted with such realism on top of all the creatures, it morphs the expectations of their characteristics and the plot was unpredictable. I felt that my feelings towards fairy tales were morphed, too.

Most of all, I especially loved the fact that the cover let you judge its story. When people say "Don't judge the book by its cover" literally, it's not always the case, because appearance always associates with your first impressions. Never-you-minding-it is another story.

A blank book does not fancied itself with outstanding covers for you to let the images play in your mind. It lets your imagination do them for you as you go on, however way you like to think it like. If they were to paint a picture of a girl on the cover of "Ella Enchanted" I would, without a doubt, shove it back to the shelves and cast myself away with yet another unentertaining book.

My points been brought up. No wonder I don't find many books as attractive as this. I like the sense of secrecy.