It was worth it.
It was all worth it.
At the start, in the middle, in the end – that’s all I REALLY want to say about The Hare.
The beginning was like a dream – a young and boundless dream. But it turned into a nightmare – crushing hearts, hopes, and possibilities – before I could even blink and process what was happening!
At times it felt like Rosie had been dealt a rather unfair hand by life. Unfair because she had already suffered so much as a young child.
”Do you like it when I do this?”
These words will haunt me forever. The malicious grin of an old man, the stupid innocence of a 7 year old child, and the bruise-less scars on her soul ~ Rosie’s hurt had been so intense that I could feel it deep inside me.
Her rage – never expressed.
Her dreams – never took form.
Her hopes – crushed before they were even voiced.
A quite resistance was all she had been reduced to. A reluctant acceptance of the broken mirror which she had been admiring her future self in for so long. Bennett – her escape. But was he? My feelings for him changed again and again.
He was a deep, dark sea of lies and incomprehensible nature.
But I was just as naïve in my wishes about him as Rosie had been. I wanted it to work between them – partially because he seemed to adore Rosie, but mostly because he fit the general idea of every teenager’s dream guy – dark, mysterious, carefree.
He was going to deliver Rosie from all the endless trauma and loveless days she had endured in her Gran’s house. But little did she know that he himself was a
How could he give her support when he himself was a boat without an anchor?
Rosie didn’t know. And frankly? Neither did I. Sure, there had been incidents when I sensed a sort of treacherous nature but I brushed them aside because I SO WANTED TO BELIEVE IN HIM. Just like Rosie.
Dear girl! She had to endure so much. Oh so much!
And now I see. I see why. One must – MUST – come to terms with their own fears, their own concepts of self. The past doesn’t recede into memories. It comes back – haunting your present and threatening your future if you don’t stare it down. You ought to establish authority over it. Over it all. Because should you fail to, it forces it’s own will over you.
That’s what happened with Rosie. Her need to get away from her past – just to run far far away – had been greater than her ability to make the right decisions. At every step of the way, she had been given a choice – and she chose wrong.
Or did she?
The fact of the matter is that you must face exactly what you loathe, what you fear to rise above it. To get past it. Rosie had been a meek girl, believing Fate to be some cruel master who only shines on those who keep their heads down and are never “too happy.” Such a belief system had grown in her like cancer – courtesy of her Gran’s twisted ideas of love and life.
Rosie’s whole life had been defined by her past. Her present receding at the back of the line – waiting to reemerge – like a nightmare from the depths of your being. And no matter how much she wanted to avoid it – no matter how plainly she lived to avoid the twinkling eye of Fate – it happened. All the lies came tumbling down.
But she was not a victim anymore. She would never be a victim again – life had taught her that. BENNETT had taught her that.
The Hare is about Rosie’s life, her survival, her coming to terms with herself and finding courage. It’s art. Art at its truest, rawest, and prettiest. It’s an experience you feel in your bones. It’s something you live. Something you breathe in and exhale.
But it’s as much an education. If you are a writer, you’ll find yourself in awe of Melanie’s skill of creating a beautiful and intricate world around you. You will highlight sentences upon sentences just so you can come back and relish them later on. If you are a reader, you will explore life’s meaning – the importance of hardships. You will find yourself musing about what it means to be a woman in a man’s world.
A woman left to fend for herself, alone in the mountains. How will she cope? Abandoned by Bennett, by every human she had ever put her hopes in (even her own child later), Rosie took refuge in the arms of the beautiful nature. Self sufficient. Just as she will have to learn how to be. And she did.
In the end, she emerged a victor. It was a long journey – a bit tiring, a bit suffocating, lots of frustrating – and yet here she is – running with renewed life and a free spirited – along the gentle waves of the ocean.
I loved The Hare. I cannot put it any better. I adored it. Got angry at it sometimes. Sighed a few, put it away a few. But in the end, it was all worth it. It was an experience. It was an enlightenment – both for myself, AND for Rosie. Especially for Rosie.