- Book Title: If it Hadn’t Rained
- Book Series: Part 1
- Author: Numa
- Publisher: Numa (July 24, 2016)
- Book Length: 32 pages
- Genre: YA, Fiction
- Reviewed by: Petra
- Rating: No Rating
Language is a funny thing. It moves with us as we evolve as a species; never stagnant, continuously changing to reflect our needs. Especially young people cause language to adapt, often once in college but, more often, even before then.
Walking down the street, sitting on public transport, you name it… commonly, I find myself contemplating what something means. And, yes, I have made the faux pas of asking. Talk about showing your age!
But, the reverse is equally true. There are plenty of young people who wouldn’t understand older generations. As a matter of fact, a lot of confusion exists between generations due to misinterpretation of what the other is saying.
But, reading (usually) is less influenced by this. Context is everything, and a single word’s meaning can be gleaned from the surrounding ones. Still, even text can become incomprehensible when too many of the words are too complex or misunderstood. Whenever I read things like Shakespeare—or Byron, or any of the ‘old’ classics—in their original wording, I struggle figuring out what is going on. Part of that is the language itself, the rest is brought on by the old-fashioned way of writing. Because, apart from words changing over time, our sentence structure and even spelling change accordingly; even the meaning of words changes. Take for instance the word ‘nice’. It used to mean ‘silly’. ‘Silly’, on the other hand, used to mean something ‘worthy’ or ‘blessed’. And ‘hussy’, rather than the derogatory term it is today, used to mean the mistress of the household as it comes from ‘housewife’. See what I mean? Language is funny!
Or it was. Until I read If It Hadn’t Rained by an author who goes by the name of Numa. Now, this story had all the fascinating signs: written for young adults, a debut novella (21 pages), and the author is in his early twenties… someone who can closely relate to the subject being written about. And, the blurb was interesting enough for me to want to read it.
But, that is where it ended. The writing style is archaic. Seriously. I am not making this up. Try this for size: There was backstage in the dark acute, if merely two dimensional, acknowledgement of our need to act as a team for the duration of this what we also felt to be very special darkness that this our short lifetimes of self-harm from individual summations that perform on the invented stages of our minds, learning but shortly to forget when the light came up that to have true purpose is to heal oneself of these fracturing effects as a result of baseless verdicts sentenced to each and every one of us by ourselves until, for those gifted with real talent, the mind can remember its lines without the body whispering them. Brad led curtain call center stage. He offered his address to host the after party. Teplov was missing from post-show praise, perhaps such stale remarks uninterested him or he was in reality shy of personal exhibition having always craftily avoided our best efforts to catch him after rehearsals, satisfied with his lessons. Lost was any image of him in society we knew. Love had freed us, for Teplov it was a burden. Not once did we think to look for him. We knew he was gone.
This story should have taken me about an hour to read. Instead, it took me three days. And, for the life of me, I haven’t got a clue what I have read. I cannot tell you what happens, which people pair up, whether there is any conflict or not… I’ve got absolutely nothing. It has been forever and a day since I felt this… dumb, I guess.
And so, for the first time ever, I am not rating this book. I simply cannot, for I did not understand it. If you decide to read the story, I hope you fair better. If you do, please let me know what it was about!
Reign is a social wimp with a suppressed heart. Joe is an athletic dream who’s conquered high-school. When gossip spreads of Joe’s sexuality, an unlikely friendship is formed between them. Wading in the shallow end of the gay pool, the expectations of promiscuous peers forces a question several summers in the making…Are we right for each other?