I Thirst
Publication Date: May 8, 2013
Format: Paperback
Pages: 298
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Beautifully woven through poetic prose, charmingly witty descriptions, and the extraordinary journey shared by the two main characters, Rebecca Veritas and Peter Asturian, readers are thrust into unparalleled vistas full of whimsical wonder and poignancy. There is no doubt that Gina Marinello-Sweeney's striking debut will remain with you long after the last page.
When Rebecca receives a mysterious note from an unknown source, she has no idea how it will change her life.
Twenty-year-old Rebecca Veritas is used to being different, but has never felt extraordinary. She is a Dreamer, living in a world of poetry intermixed with the antics of her unique family and eccentric best friend Adriana. When she meets Peter, a young student from Canada who seems somehow to understand her from the start, her perception changes. With "Intermission", the single word in that mysterious note, as inspiration, the two writers embark on an incredible journey to a new world in the form of a story that will ultimately parallel their own lives. Yet, as the story progresses, events remain ever more shrouded in mystery. When unexpected circumstances in the real world throw their lives in disarray, it will be up to Rebecca to find the true meaning of "Intermission" before the curtain closes on the final act.
I Thirst received the 2013 YATR Literary Award for Best Prologue.
“But I was caught in an hourglass of colliding dreams.”
“As for clichés, they’re an illusion. When you think about it, anything could be considered a cliché. It’s when you really bring truth to something that it becomes original…which may," he smiled wryly, "itself be considered a cliché.”
“I sat down, turning the pages of my notebook in search of a blank page, in the dim light of my room. The arrival of nightfall had invited leafy shadows to play hide and seek in the glass reflection of the window. I smiled as one of these mischievous shadows crept across the page in a midnight dance.”
“And, as I had gazed at my surroundings, at the muted, yet triumphant, colors splashed in joyful serenity over the immaculate stone floor, at the profiles of my fellow parishioners bent in prayer, and finally, up above, at the flickering lights held in a soft gray ceiling like chandeliers in an ancient palace, I realized that my thoughts had been transferred to Someone Else.”