Victoria Rose
These Wings Are My Own was written in hope to explore love’s artifice and the possible limitations of souls naïve and callous. It may even be seen as an experiment. The author uses the characters in the book to approach the question of what might happen to people, in general, if they were to give into their desires, good and bad and the possible structure of life after they surrender to indulgence and excess. This theory lies within the subject of Music. The main characters are musicians, but he instrument that holds the heart of the various characters is the piano. It pays tribute to many great pianists and their different creations and temperaments. It is not a book about fairytales and pumpkins but it is a book about how we, as tender souls attempt to reach that stage and it explores the question of whether or not we may be able to succeed.
It is a book about a girl too young and a genius too old who share each other’s lives in hope to achieve the above dream. It is about realisation, broken dreams, new dreams and reality intercepting those dreams. There are many characters within the plot who aid this journey, and it can be promised, that the reader was in the author’s thoughts every step of the way, in essence, dear reader, this book was written just for you, with the hopefully possibility that you may take whatever you need from this story and apply it or not apply it to your lives, in any way you wish. Of course, there are parts which seem like a magnificent dream, but these crystal dreams lie next to reality, much like in real life.
Victoria Rose writes to the reader at the age of twenty four in a candid yet dreamy fashion. She attempts to apply her theories, literary and artistic, to her life. She also creates works of Art, which in 2004 and 2005 made her a best selling artist in a variety of exhibition venues in London and Europe. It may be considered a risk to lay your ideas on the line at such a young age, however she states;
‘Music or love is never safe, so how can life be? All of these are alive; they have a pulse, so they are never safe. I don’t believe that life is about being safe, it is a journey and journeys have to progress, otherwise it may be difficult for a person to grow or improve.’
There will be sequels to this book. The author’s main aim seems to be to communicate with the reader in order to make this book as interactive as possible. The website page has a comments’ page so that the reader can put forward their thoughts and ideas and it also has a gallery within the site with her works of Art. The sole idea is for the reader to take the journey with her.
Author’s website: Victoriarosebooks.com
People on the streets shelter from the rain- the rain which was created by God to feed the earth. If two people were to walk out into the rain, in front of those in shelter and stretch their arms towards the sky as if praying for redemption of the soul- would the public not look at them as though they were mad? Yes she thought. They would.
The thing is, many people among us think that they will be here forever, will be living this life forever, but if one really knew how short this life is, then maybe they would not shelter from the rain.
Waited for him, she did, afternoon came, it rained and rained. He came from behind as she stood in front of the wash basin. She knew he was there, he touched her. Pressed his body behind hers as though wishing to permeate her whole being. He would bring a shudder to her spine as he inhaled her scent. Stood there they did. Tormented for perhaps time too long. A phantom child was being born from their association and she grew to hate this child. A part of her began to despise being locked up outside the arena of the secret garden, with duty as her guard, simply waiting for the spirit of joy to unlock the door. Joy that took the form of a busy spirit that was always in a hurry to get to his next destination, he spoke;
‘My sweet Carmen, walk me towards the valley of death, for I am done with this emotionless life, show me the path.’
The private life that they led, those secret little episodes which they had hidden was dictating only one thing; this phantom child that was being born wanted to claim both of their lives. He began to speak to her once more;
‘I want to get caught’
She exhaled a heavy sigh and replied;
‘Haven’t we already been caught? Trapped in this heaven leading us to hell’s flames.
We are caught.’
‘No, I want you forever; even if it is in hell, let’s go together’
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I plead my case, please accept this fact; If my joy with this man could be traded in for butterflies, the small soul that can fly so far away from here, I can say for sure that they would blind this country through every street corner, through every crevice they could find, and there would be millions. The first night that I met my love I had the option to climb into his beautiful world, or to leave and allow my thoughts about him to become a chain of crystal haze diamonds which would forever imprison me. I chose to cast away those little diamonds and that is why I am writing to you today.
