“EVER HAS IT BEEN THAT LOVE KNOWS NOT ITS OWN DEPTH UNTIL THE HOUR OF SEPARATION.” –– Kahlil Gibran
But alas, it was the perfect ending, but they had to endure a significant separation and ultimate conflict resolution has not been better. Carla Kelly really has a talent for putting the reader on that precipice and I finished the book with a complete book hangover. Along the way, I found myself seeing her foreshadowing of the separation. She offered just enough hope to make me think that it could work out, and then masterfully snatched it away in the next scene, making my emotional commitment to read to the end of the book even more intense. I thought, “Would they ever get together? When will she find out he loves her? Will she be bold enough to risk it all by confessing her admiration?” I just didn’t know! I was torn and the angst of it all was searing and crippling. I could do nothing but read until they found each other and the happily ever after was found. I realized that is the key to a great book!––Fear of separation!
Any great romance will evolve; scene after scene will show the characters moving and little steps are made creating a buildup of the reader’s hope. Most of the time the book starts with two different characters who seem so wrong for each other for so many reasons, but little by little, the reader is shown that her unique qualities fill a void that make him a better person. Or his strength moves her toward self-correction. Little by little we see how opposites, when combined, create one great whole. But . . . just as we are about to see the characters finally confess their love and they live happily ever, the author rips it from the reader with a tool called separation.
So I asked myself, what is it about separation that makes men like Mr. Darcy move personal mountains like pride or prejudice. Or why when they are separated do ladies like Elizabeth Bennet finally recognize the depth of their commitment?
In Hope for Georgiana, my current work in progress that I hope to finish by the end of February, we are still in the build up stage where love is evolving and is beginning to become clear to the reader but may not quite be clear to the characters. It is a thrilling time too, but I am already getting excited for the anxious moment where they are forced to be separated. For as Kahlil Gibran, the writer and poet said, “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” I can’t wait for the moment when Georgiana finally recognizes Mr. Pastel’s adoration and then it is snatched from her as soon as she realizes it. Do I sound masochistic? Perhaps. Really I am simply a resolution addict and separation is the vessel in which it must come. Just as surely as an IV drug addict does not enjoy the needles, nor do I enjoy the separation, but the high afterwards far exceeds the discomfort inflicted. I suppose being a resolution addict means I just want to see two people that I have learned to love, and who deserve all the happiness that God can give them, find their happily ever after.
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