I wasn’t born reading – well, I should say, I wasn’t born with a love for reading. My mom did most of the reading and she had so many books, mostly Stephen King, Dean Koontz, some Anne Rice (I finished the Vampire Chronicles collection – I think she stopped at Tale of the Body Thief) and books she’d get through Reader’s Digest. I would read the Greek Mythology books the most, though the vocabulary was way beyond my years then (in Spanish, no less), but there wasn’t a book that made me want to read until I found Everworld.
Or rather, Everworld found me. My sister had sent me that book as a gift while she was in the Navy and, while it was the third installment of the book series, I gobbled it up and adored it, mainly because, well, Merlin.
I always like myths, legends, anything fantastical, and I’d immediately pay attention. This series was more than that, it gave me an understanding of things I hadn’t come to accept until much later in life. No one is perfect, we’re all a little bit selfish and, in some cases, it’s okay, it’s human. But abuse? That’s never okay.
My favorite line has to be from Discover the Destroyer:
Maybe that’s why people get so enraged when someone does something to a kid. Hurt a kid and he hurts forever. Maybe an adult can shake it off. Maybe. But with a kid, you hurt them and it turns them, shapes them, becomes part of the deep, underlying software of their lives. No delete.
As a kid, I absorbed so much hurt, things happened to me without sense or cause, worse things that happened to other people, and I just absorbed it, I witnessed most of it without being able to do a darn thing about it. I thought I was supposed to. I thought that’s how the world worked.
Over time, I was able to get the rest of the books (all 12 of them) and I didn’t do it alone. I had a very dear friend who helped me build that collection – until I loaned it only to have it returned in a rather sorry state (water had damaged the books…the pages…I remember wanting to cry and unleash the violence but, like a lot of things that transpire in my head, it stayed in my head). Luckily, the Internet (and Amazon) had been in place by then so rebuilding said collection wasn’t that hard (and completely worth it).
This will always be my favorite book series, not because it’s the most amazing literary work to ever grace the world, but because it helped me make sense of a lot of things that I couldn’t make sense of, because I didn’t really talk about them.
I hope everyone has a book like that – the world should be full of books like that.
How do I explain the series? Well, I’ll explain it the way I explained it to my friends when they asked me what I was reading and what it was about.
Imagine a quilt where every square is a specific world, specific legend, specific lore and gods, then imagine being stuck in that universe full of unbelievable things made reality. Some of them good, some of them deadly, and they’re all rather interested to cross our world – to conquer our world, because, isn’t that what it’s always about?
But, like many might now, the journey is the worthier part.