*******SPOILERS****** (if you are reading Toys, don't read below)
I didn't want that to be the ending either, and I really struggled with it. I felt like I'd violated some principle of literary romance and how love always wins out. But Ambress adored her father and identified so strongly with his goals; to see how he sacrificed for her was more than she could bear. To throw it all away for Prandor and a life quite possibly in poverty and societal rejection . . . Ambress was not by nature a rebellious person, and it felt like rejecting the one parent who truly loved her. She accepted her society and its flaws. And would she have been any happier with Prandor? I think she might have resented her decision in time, especially if his business never took off and she was struggling in a way that she never was prepared to struggle. Selling Le Secours would have broken her heart all over again.
She ends up with two sons by Nathan and lives as Fiefe, and she is able with the money and connections to replace three of the four missing necklaces over the years. Prandor marries a woman of the Kratos and has his daughters.
GP I just wanted to say that I really liked the ending to Toys. It kinda made me go "huh" and think a bit... it did feel a bit like a kick in the pants, but not necessarily in a bad way. You're right, there's no other way it could have ended without one or both of the characters giving up things that were more important to them than relationships. And it was a great story. I really enjoyed it. I WAS sad at the ending but only because there was no more of it left to read.
I've read "Mother's Little Helpers" and loved it! I'll confess, I think you must have used my husband for "Hank"... well, except I think mine is cuter... and yes, I do know how lucky I am.
I've just started Dammerung...
Thank you GP...now I have "closure". lol I guess its like what Spughy said...I was just so sad that I was at the end & wasn't ready to give up the characters. After some thought it does make sense now.
thanks again for a great read! Can't wait to start the Dammerung soon!!!
Goal: Don't worry be happy!
Starting weight, July 13, 2011: 286 pounds
Lowest weight, April 1, 2012: 242 pounds
Current Weight, Aug 15, 2012: 270 pounds
Goal: 135-ish, When I feel happy/healthy/right
Long ago, when Gay Panda was a Teenaged Panda Cub*, that cub made the mistake of going to the mall with Mother Panda.
Mother Panda was a perfectionist. If the Christmas tree happened to lean a millimeter to the left, even after having been wrestled with for half an hour by grunting, swearing, angry and headless Father Panda sprawled out underneath it, she’d screech, “It’s not STRAIGHT!” This went on every year, one not-straight tree after another disgracing our living room and ruining Christmas, and Father Panda grunted and swore some more and got ever angrier while I cringed and waited for the explosion. The tree rustled this way and that with Mother Panda screeching, “It’s not STRAIGHT!” like a broken record. One year I was the one who exploded, screeching back that the tree was bisexual, and we needed to accept the tree for who it was.
I can’t get worked up about a Christmas tree being the barest breath off. I don’t care. The vitriol bubbling up over the efforts to get the stupid tree perfectly straight weren’t worth it. So it leans to the left. Personality! It wasn’t like a camera crew for a luxury home magazine was coming over to take a picture of our millimeter-off-center-and-ruining-Christmas tree.**
But we’re getting sidetracked.***
I have no idea why I went along on the infamous Mall Trip when I was fifteen. It wasn’t because I needed clothes, nor did Mother Panda require assistance with carrying bags when she was only on a personal quest to find a pair of black socks. Four hours later, I was in deep regret that I had gone. In all that time, she had not managed to find the perfect pair of black socks. Too long. Too short. Too black. Too ribbed. Too expensive. Wrong fabric. Wrong this. Wrong that. Wrong wrong wrong wrong WRONG. By the time I climbed back in the car, I was spent. It was a large mall with four huge department stores and numerous other clothing shops along the promenade. We’d seen countless pairs of black socks, looking more or less all the same to me. The fruitlessness of our venture made me hesitate to ever go shopping with her again.
This really has nothing to do with weight issues, except that this morning as I crossed that hump on the scale, I was overcome with that same sense of fruitlessness and exhaustion from the mall and the Christmas trees of long ago. It was a relief as well, true, but to have to do it again was tiring. Clearly, I am not someone who can gauge by how my clothes fit if I’ve gained until I’ve gone way overboard. I need that damn scale. Two months of fruitlessness (from February to April) in weight loss was disheartening, and I stopped weighing.
Right now the ticker tape across my brain reads ERROR, because this was a foolish decision.
UPDATE: (in explanation of *, **, and ***)
* In preppie clothes but with a Gothic heart.
** It was better that they didn’t, or you would have opened up your holiday issue of Ritzy or The 1% and noticed that among the lights and tinsel and ornaments were my dental retainers, strung with festive green and red ribbons and hanging from the branches.
*** This sidetracking was brought to you by today’s Q of 199.0.
2 lbs down! Awesome.
Sorry Q is still being bothersome, but at least Q is showing some cooperation by widdling a wee bit...
Primal since March 5, 2012
SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)
Line up below for Virtual Arse Kick to Former Coworker's Husband:
1. Gay Panda
2. Lady Friend
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