![]() On the most dangerous rollercoaster in Europe. The only snag for Polly? She’s dying of brain cancer and only has 100 days or so to live, the sort of prognosis that would send anyone into a tailspin, and in a nod to the grim realities of life, it definitely does to that to this bubbly whirlwind of colour and bravura at times, but Polly is obsessed with bending life to her demands, and to Annie’s jaundiced astonishment she pretty much almost always succeeds.Įva Woods (Photo credit: Jamie Drew via Bookfan) She doesn’t have a lot to be happy about, and truthfully Annie isn’t, not even a little bit Polly on the other hand, who Annie meets in the neurology ward of the hospital where her mum is being treated, is a force of carpe diem nature, determined to seize the best and brightest from every day, come what may. Just ask Annie Hebden, a council worker in London who works at a finance job she hates, lives in a grimy 10th floor flat that is a far cry from the flower-fringed house she occupied with her ex-husband who is not installed there with his new wife (someone once close to Annie which makes it even worse) and is mourning the death of her child and her mother’s early-onset slide into dementia. Were that life was that simple and easily-shaped, a block of possibilities that happily yielded to your Tony Robbins mindset with nary a whisper of objection.Īlas, this is real life, and not a happy-clappy fantasy – ask Queen, they’ll tell you – and rising above can be a challenge of almost insurmountable proportions. That array of colour shouldn’t have worked, but somehow it didn’t.” (P. Her amber jewellery glowed orange, and her eyes were a vivid blue. A yellow dress, the colour of Sicilian lemons. In the doorway of the dingy hospital office was a tall woman in all shades of the rainbow. “Annie turned to see who was interrupting. Now bear with me here – How to be Happy is blessedly not one of those books that serenades you with endlessly upbeat messages about staring life down with positivity and giddily upbeat chutzpah until it subsumes its more depressing elements and crueller instincts to your cheery, Pollyanna-ish frame of of mind. What it comes down in the end then is our attitude much of life isn’t necessarily going to be our full and complete, and let’s be fair even partial liking at times, but it’s what we do with those grittily stark scenarios that defines the kind of life we’ll lead. The truth is, and blessedly Eva Wood’s quirkily realistic tale of finding happiness where it appears there is none to be found, How to Be Happy / Something Like Happy (depending on where you live) acknowledges this head-on, is that life very rarely meets our demands, no matter how much we might want it to. Kind of like wearing down the universe until it caves in and grants us undying happiness, peace, contentment, and possibly, a villa in the south of France. This explains why he can't become a country.In this self-actualised age in which we live, we are sold the idea over and over that we can have anything we want if we just want it hard enough. Died of Hypothermia, killed himself by laying in the snow bare-chested.Įxplains his seemingly happy, yet distirbed demeanor. Died of a stroke.įinland: Winter depression victim. Died in an abandoned house.Įxplains his past and how Norway found him. This explains his arrogant attitude and alocoholism. ![]() ![]() Shot himself while writing a song.ĭenmark: Alcoholic and abusive parents. Wanted a brother, but her mother was dead.Īustria: Deranged musician. Liechtenstein: Killed her mother while being born. Killed in a gun backfire.Įxplains his withdrawl and permanent neutrality. Died in mother's womb.Įxplains his somewhat hatred for N. Committed seppuku.Įxplains his insecurity and introvertedness. This explains his insane tendencies and childlike cruelty.Ĭanada: Victim of child neglect. Died of AIDS.Ĭhina: Child laborer, worked in a restaurant. ![]() For some reason, they died of some sort, and were sent to the world of Hetalia as purgatory.Įngland: Drug addict, died of overdose of hallucinagenic drugs.Īmerica: Regular teenager, died of anorexia nervosa.įrance: Rape victim, male prostitute. They lived in their respective countries, until they died at their human age. Once, the countrys were human, with their human names. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |