Angelology by Danielle Trussoni
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Although it took me a long time to finally finish this book — due to always forgetting it at my parents’ house and starting to read other books — I still felt like I have just read it a few days ago.
The day I started reading it, it gave me a renewed interest in reading the Bible’s old testament. I suddenly felt the urge to look for clues regarding the Nephilim and Angelic beings. I was so hooked about Angels that, during my break times at work, I randomly searched for scientific articles and fictional stories about Angels and other celestial beings. Apparently I was deeply absorbed by the subject of the novel that I was inspired to write a story — which I planned to write as a novel but never actually finished — of my own.
Even though there were pretty long breaks between reading certain chapters, every time I open the book once again it felt as if I just stopped reading yesterday. I loved how real the existence of Nephilistic and Angelic beings felt when I read each chapter. As I progress through the story, it feels as if I was riding on a roller coaster — exhilarating, dangerous and magnetic. Even though there were certain revelations which I already assumed will happen, I still felt shocked on how engaging they were executed. Now that I finally finished reading it I suddenly feel the longing for the next book.
I’m giving this book a rating of 8/10 and I highly recommend it to readers who find interest in a science-and-faith sort of thriller books. But just a reminder, readers should be able to appreciate such literature with an open mind.
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A community, an organization or an institution serves as sort of a home during adulthood. It teaches us about culture, financial independence, socializing, ethics and morality. Somehow, it molds us into who we become as a person.
This community also serves as a guide. It assists us in discovering the world beyond it and how we can cope, adapt and adjust when the time for us to step out there and stretch our lives further comes.
But wherever there is light, there is shadow. In our community, we can never find ultimate peace. We also learn that the world works both ways, a balance of good and evil should always exist. It may also teach us — either intentionally, unintentionally or both — that danger lurks in every corner waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Fear is forever instilled in our genes. We will never escape its clutches. We sometimes find ourselves playing with knives thinking everything is in our control until we cut ourselves and see blood gushing out from the wound.
Slowly we realize that the world is a sick place. We become scared of what our future has in store for us. What we must learn is to face our own fears in order to properly adapt with the way the world works. This is the reality we may ignore but can never run away from. It will eat us up alive if we let our guard down.
This is our world. It nurtures. It tortures. Living in it is like dying in a womb.
Recent news tell us about bombings, explosions, and a lot of other stuff done by terrorists. Why do they do it? What motivates them?
The human psyche is such a complicated thing to understand. However we try to solve certain matters or predict certain patterns concerning how the human mind works, it’s just quite unachievable.
I have been wondering for so long why there are people who just simply love spreading terror among their fellowmen. Does it give them that schadenfreude-type of pleasure? But I cannot seem to comprehend how the proliferation of terror is justified.
Some say, the negative exists so that we can appreciate the positive more. Like sadness, so that we can really feel how wonderful true joy is. Or like evil, it exists so that we understand what is good and be more appreciative of it.
So I wonder, does terror exist so that we can fully appreciate comfort and safety? I think it only leaves us even more terrified knowing that it exists in this world and that, ultimately, comfort and safety are too far-fetched.
It is truly hard for me to understand why terrorists do what they do. And maybe I will never be able to fully comprehend their motives or their goals for doing such terrifying acts. But I hope that somehow, some day, terror will be less of a worry of this world so that we can finally achieve — like what most beauty queens used to say — World Peace.