For this blog I am in the point of view of Mrs. Bowles from Fahrenheit 451. It leaves off with Mrs. Bowles leaving the house after Mr. Montag read her the horrifically true poem.
The door slammed behind me. "Oh! That Mr.Montag! I can't believe he has the nerve to say that to me!" I exclaimed marching out of the house. I left and went straight home, thoughts storming my head. "Those darn books and poems! No wonder they were banned! I am happy the way I am I don't need new unreasonable things to think about!" When I reached my front porch I plopped down onto the steps dropping my head into my hands. My mind was spinning in confusion. I tried everything for the realization of how I live in this society not to hit me...but it hit me hard.
My thoughts came back to the things he said, my husbands' deaths, my abortions, and my children. and the poem, "Oh the poem," the sadness... and terror... and the struggles. I've lived blind! "All my life I have sat here and done nothing about it," I sobbed, "Why on earth could I not see this?"
I told myself to focus; I need to relax and think this through. Books are just a bunch of nonsense and words thrown together. For all I know it could have meant nothing. Either someone is just trying to fool me... or help me, I don't know! I thought back to how Mrs. Phelps reacted when the poem was read, she did seem pretty shaken up about it. Maybe it is true. I stare at the ground for a long moment thinking to and then get myself up to stumble into my house.
I catch sight of my now third husband and then collapse in his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"I'm sorry, I will never forget about you and leave you in the dust, I will always be here for you and notice when things aren't right. And things aren't right now. And my life and your life will not be taken for granted ever again. We live in a messed up society and today it came crashing in," I tell him pleading to help lead our way to a better way of living.
His eyes are wide with astonishment, "Um, well Alright, tell me about it in the morning, you look pretty rough and tired."
"I think I really do love you," I get out before I drift off to dream of what there is to come.
