Day seven – the week has gone by quickly, even as my world has seemed to shrink. Today was a gray, cold day – so staying inside wasn’t as difficult as when it was balmy and sunny. But the energy levels are down, and while Stef went to Paris on work and to check his mother very quickly (and masked and gloved and staying far away from her), I sat and read, and sat and pet the dog, and sat and played on the computer. It was a day where everything just sort of stopped, and I had a think about what was happening.
I walked the dog, and thought that my world now consisted of the apartment and hallways, the balcony, and the street in front of the apartment where I walk Auguste. I can go around the corner and as far as the grocery shop, the drugstore, and the bakery – and that’s it. If I take my car, I can go to my office or to the supermarket. And that’s it. Not to the river, not to the stables, certainly not to the park or the cinema or the Lebanese restaurant where I liked to have lunch. So it’s a little like being in prison. I suppose that I will have to get used to being in prison for a while. Some say a few weeks, but I’m not sure. While China, Taiwan and South Korea acted quickly and decisively, the West has dithered – and it will be painful. A painful reminder that you cannot have a free society if there is not responsibility. If you insist on going out and mingling, if you do so when you feel sick or can spread germs, then you are not responsible.
We try to stay indoors except for walking the dog and quick weekly shopping trips. We’ve stopped going to the bakery every day. We go out on our balcony every night to clap and thank the healthcare workers, who cannot stay home, and who put themselves at risk every day. That is our life right now, and hopefully we’ll get through this – but it will take longer than a few weeks, and to tell the truth, I think that it will last months, not weeks. I guess we will all be touched by this in the end, one way or another. And also hopefully, we’ll come out of this stronger and better than before.
If you haven’t read my book, ‘The Promise’ – maybe you’d like to read it now – it’s for ages 12 and up.
A meteorite crashes to earth and a strange virus kills all the adults in the world. What would you do? Ryan and his brother travel south, stopping in towns on the way, searching for survivors, determined to save mankind. They’ve made a promise – never give up – never say die, and always help anyone they can find, even when those children seem to have reverted back to savages.
~ Conan Tigard
I sat down on a Saturday afternoon on my porch and started reading The Promise by Jennifer Macaire. I soon came to the realization that I could not put this book down. I became totally involved in this story of children living in a devastated world. I read it from cover to cover and was totally satisfied with the experience.
I do realize that this is a Young Adult book that starts off with almost all people on the Earth dying, but Macaire handles this carefully and the read is acceptable for all ages. Although this book is mainly intended for boys, I think that girls will like it also. What I really liked about this story was the way Ryan, the main character, handled every situation in the story. The promise is something that all of the kids create about how they are going to live their lives. I think it is a good promise and will serve them well. They will create a better world to live in without violence and hate. Personally, I didn’t want to book to end.
The Promise is a great book any should not be missed by any Young Adults.
I rated this book a 9 out of 10.