It’s
the last blog post for the A-Z of Black Eyed Boy. I almost went with zeal. Emily
certainly has much enthusiasm in her devotion and pursuit of Dylan. I changed
my mind at the last minute, opting for zest instead. I think this theme really
shows the impact that Dylan has upon Emily and her life. At the beginning of
the book, Emily is bored and disillusioned with pretty much everything around
her.
It’s
different when you live here; you forget to look at the picturesque views, and
fail to remember the simple pleasures of feeling the sand between your toes. It
all becomes just: a photograph on a postcard to send elsewhere, meant for those
who appreciate it, who have saved their wages to come here for a short time,
and then sullenly depart, back to their own lives. I’m always here; Whitby is
where I was born and where we still live, and sometimes the pebbles and the
candy floss just don’t thrill me. When all of the tourists had settled back into
their holiday cottages, I had stayed out alone, wishing that something exciting
would happen, but suspecting that it never would.
As you can see, zest, energy and excitement are
clearly lacking. I feel sorry for her. She feels like a ghost in her own home
as her parents are eternally preoccupied. There isn’t much hope left in her
that things will ever change and improve. I think we’ve all felt like that at
times. When she isn’t messing about with her best friend, Billy, Emily’s days
are monotonous and dull. But, not for long …
We turned the
corner and I stopped in my tracks. There was a boy, probably a little older
than Billy and me. I’d never seen him before, so took him to be a visiting
holidaymaker. He had the blackest hair I’d ever seen. It was long and unkempt, and
he had to keep sweeping his fringe out of his face so that he could see
properly. He was tanned and toned, and was wearing only a pair of black shorts
and some tatty trainers. He was tall and ridiculously handsome. His bare chest
and confidence made me lose composure. Suddenly I felt much too hot.
The
change in her begins immediately. On seeing Dylan for the first time, she
experiences a physical reaction. Little does she know that her life will now
never be the same again. Emily has to contend with the biggest and most painful
life events during the pages of Black Eyed Boy. She doesn’t understand how she
will get through the tragedy and heart-break. But now she has Dylan and he
loves her. And even during those bleakest moments, her heart still sings at the
pure joy of her first-time romance. Dylan becomes something of a drug to her. She
forever needs her next fix.
“Neither have I,” I confessed. “I hadn’t even kissed anyone until you
came along.”
“That’s because those lips were made for me,” he said, softly tracing
the shape of them with his fingertip, reigniting the fire that had only just
been extinguished. We kissed for ages, standing on the edge of the sand. People
walked by but I didn’t care. I was too busy falling head over heels in love.
But, unfortunately, when you’re kissing the boy of your dreams,
something odd happens to the time. It races ahead without your knowledge or permission,
and leaves you mystified as to how an entire day has remarkably elapsed.
I’m
obviously not going to reveal the end as you may not have read the book yet.
But there is hope. Emily finds her own way to pick herself up, dust herself
down and find that all-important zest; the way to finally live her life with a
sense of anticipation. Her eyes are open to all the beautiful things that life
has to offer. And that puts a silly and soppy smile on my face. Because, it
turns out, I am far more of a romantic than I ever knew I was.
I hope that you have enjoyed the A-Z. There's a link below if you're interested in reading the book:
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