Lizz's Reviews > Lullaby

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“Old George Orwell got it backward. Big brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed. He’s making sure your imagination withers, until it’s as useful as your appendix. He’s making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.”


Ok, I get it, and there’s some truth in there. Except some things…. It IS indeed watching. And it’s distracting you and destroying your ability for independent thought. It’s killing your imagination hence, killing your purpose, your ability to look inside for happiness. Shredding your attention span so you can’t converse normally anymore. Unless the topic is you. A world of people trained from birth to be self-absorbed narcissists, eternal consumers, thoughts blotted out by the constant barrage of visual and auditory stimuli. Oh and you’re still being watched. Tracked. Your life in a series of data points.

Let’s play the quiet game and listen to ourselves. Listen to the voice inside that we drown out with tv and purchases and second-guessing. Then double that and share the quiet game with a friend. Make a bond. Dream a dream. Create for once instead of always destroying.

In this story, decisions are made, both good and bad. I want to believe the two main characters can shake off that outside noise and be people again. Hopefully, they’ll be people together, no matter what.

Plus: magic, spells, fancy furniture, jewels, killing, assassinations (yes, these are different than the killing), love, loss, vegan potlucks, naked covens, strange hobbies and cryogenics.

Book 5 - The Year of Chuck