eros the bittersweet

they are among us

according to danielle trussoni's first novel, angelology.

she gave us the story of evangeline cacciatore, a young nun residing within the safe confines of st. rose convent in milton, new york. since she lost her parents as a teenager, she has lived her life content with the notion of serving Him and their order.

one fateful day, she met verlaine, a persuasive art historian who was seeking her help on some research and from that point on, we were taken to an interesting story about how entangled the world we live in is with that of the mystical lore of angels.

the book was both ambitious and daunting - as we face the possibility that angels, after all, are not just spiritual beings, as the nephilims, descendants of angels and humans, reveal the shape and form of what trussoni called 'monstrously beautiful.'


i was digesting the book for a good eight days, and found myself getting a little lost especially towards the middle of the novel. however, i would have to say that there was one particular thing that made me want to go through the whole ordeal: the idea of reigniting a battle between secret societies and some darker machinations always did its part. impeccably.

from eco's foucault's pendulum, to dan brown's angels and demons and the da vinci code, to c.s. lewis' the chronicles of narnia and even j.k. rowling's harry potter - as humans, we've always been drawn to stories that depict the triumph of good over evil. just the same, this story leads us to the tyranny of the dark angels who bind their wings and the unstoppable decline of their race which was the result of impure, manipulated genetics.

the premise is compelling, but the topic was also too broad all to be congested and placed in one single book. i suppose it would have been better if the ending wasn't rushed. not that there was an end, there was actually a cliffhanger. i am imagining that perhaps a follow up is in the works.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.