Author: Richelle Mead
Novel: The Ruby Circle
Mead writes in first person from two different points of view, she uses easy to understand language, simple words used, fairly short sentences used, uses italics to put emphasis on certain words/ideas, her characters ask themselves many questions in their thoughts.
January nineteenth was my last first day of a new semester at Dawson College. The day didn’t get off to a great start. I take the train to and from school everyday. The train station is about a twenty minute drive from my house, sometimes more sometimes less depending on traffic. For some unknown reason, a main intersection near the train was completely congested. A section that would normally take us five minutes to get through, we sat in for fifteen. The train was due to arrive in three minutes so my mother decided to cut through the back roads at an insane speed to get me there. We get the train just in time only to see that the train is going to ten minutes late! All that rushing and stress was for nothing. Now, I had to stand outside in the cold for an extra ten minutes and try to calm down my heart rate. Once the train arrived at Central Station, I realized I only had fifteen minutes to get to school. A task that normally takes me at least twenty. I start walking at an extremely fast pace and this is where my bad luck continues. I fall going up a flight of stairs. Who falls going up stairs? And it wasn’t just a stumble either, it was a full blown fall. The worst part about it though, was that not one single person asked me if I was okay. A couple people paused, glanced at me on the floor, and then kept moving on. I dusted myself off and continued on my way to class. I arrived at the metro only to just miss it and have to wait another three minutes, three very precious minutes. Luckily from there things started to look up. I arrived to my first class before my teacher did, she happens to take the train downtown as well. All of my teachers gave off the impression that they were approachable, caring and interesting. I managed to get a seat on the train home, something that is quite an accomplishment. My mom made my favorite meal of tortellini for dinner that night and coffee cake for dessert. And I went to bed knowing I could sleep in the next day.
The traffic on the way to the train was ridiculous and all I could focus on was the car in front of me. It had those stickers on it’s back windshield that are supposed to represent your family. You know the ones that are stick figures and always look super happy? This car had seven. Starting from the left, was the dad. He’s the tallest of the bunch, he’s wearing a suit and is holding a briefcase in his hand, the typical outfit that all men wear when they’re on their way to work. Next came the mom, slightly shorter than the dad and wearing an apron. Then came their three little children. It’s possible that these kids aren’t actually young anymore, but for the stickers to work they have to be midgets so signify that they’re the kids. The first child was a boy, and he was all dressed up in hockey equipment. The next was a girl, she was wearing a tutu and had her arms up over her head. The youngest was another boy, it’s likely that this boy also played hockey because I mean come’on, we live in Canada. But that sticker was already taken so this little boy had a soccer ball by his feat and what wearing a little soccer uniform. We can’t forget about the two final members of their family. One dog, the classic cartoon version with a slightly larger than normal head and nose and a goofy grin and a cat with a mischievous look on his face. Being stuck in traffic for extra fifteen minutes meant that I could stare at the cartoon stickers for longer than I would have wanted. I started contemplating how happy this family actually was. Did the young boy really enjoy playing soccer or did he prefer to play hockey like his older brother? Maybe the daughter was the one who wanted to play soccer.
When I was fourteen, my family of five dropped down to a family of four. Now before I get ahead of myself nothing horrible like a death in the family occurred. Instead it was something good that happened, amazing even. My older brother Corey was given the opportunity to study golf at a prep school in Florida. This prep school had a golf academy affiliated with it, Core Golf Academy. My brother was only sixteen at the time but he had just finished the best golf season of his life and left for the sunshine state brimming with confidence. The rest of the family had different reactions. My father, much like my brother, couldn’t contain his pride and would tell everyone within hearing distance that his son studied at Core Academy. My mother was a mess, to put it nicely. She threw herself into planning everything; his flight, packing his bags, teaching him how to do laundry… But we all knew she was trying to make up for the fact that she felt awful about letting her sixteen year old son, her only son, go off to school in another country without her. My sister was also quite upset by his departure. She once again proved to us that her and my mother share more than just their appearance by helping prepare Corey and by pretending that she was fine with him leaving. There is only a year and a few months separating my brother and sister in age and I’ve always felt that they had a special bond because of this. I, on the other hand, was elated by my brother’s departure. I relished at the idea of spending nine months of the year without him. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, how could I not? But most days, I didn’t really like him. I found him arrogant and rude. I hated the way my parents favored him and let him get away with everything. Most of all, I hated how we were practically identical in personality. I hated the fact that I was just like him and that’s why we argued so much. Sure, I shed a tear when I said goodbye to him. Goodbyes’ in general are difficult, more so when it’s someone in your family. But once that flight took off, I didn’t speak to my brother until he came home for the summer.
This past fall, my family of four became a family of three. My sister, Cayleigh, left for Newcastle Upon Tyne, England to study at the University of Newcastle for six months. To understand what a huge opportunity this was for my sister you need to know a bit about her. Firstly, my sister loves to travel. She’s been to amazing places such as China, the Galapagos Islands, Ecuador, and all over Europe. Secondly, my sister loves history. She loves reading all about the Romans and the Greeks and is currently enrolled in the Classics program at Concordia University. Thirdly, my sister is extremely independent. She has had the mind of a forty year old by the age of fourteen. I’ve always admired this quality in my sister but hated it as well. This meant that my sister has never needed me as much as I’ve needed her. And boy have I needed her throughout the first eighteen years of my life. Cayleigh has been my best friend since the day I was born. She has gone above and beyond her “sisterly duties” everyday. I’ll leave it at that because writing about all the things my sister has done for me would be an article in itself. Once again my family went through interesting reactions to her departure. My father, the ever adoring man he is, asked if that meant he could sleep in her room because her bed is supposedly the comfiest. My mother, like before with my brother, covered up her despair through planning every single detail possible. And what was my reaction you might ask? Well I freaked out. Not only was my best friend in the entire world leaving me, after I’d been with her my entire life, but she was also leaving for a country in another continent in a completely different time zone.
1. My sister left for England to study at the University of Newcastle.
2. I got laser eye surgery for a second time in three months.
3. One of my close friends admitted to having struggled with an eating disorder.
1. The plans for the new train to the west island.
2. The amount of hateful graffiti being put up around town.
3. How Carey Price is keeping the Habs alive.
1. Relationships between siblings
2. Eating disorders in children and adolescents
3. Medical malpractice that leads to complications.
Interesting links (focusing on relationships between siblings):
http://www.education.com/reference/article/influences-sibling-relationships/ (great article)
I’m really interested in this topic and there is a lot of articles and research on it available. As well, it stems from my personal experience of the difference between how I reacted and dealt with my brother leaving for university and my sister leaving for university.