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Book Review of the Thorn Birds
Sometimes a woman is willing to dedicate her entire life to love a man; however, for a man, there could be nothing more important than his own ambition and career. In this book, every character has their own attitudes toward love, some are tangled; some are persistent, and others are subjected to the merciless fate.
Ralph, the handsome priest, who is eager to be a perfect saint, is so charming that from ...view middle of the document...
She used to be rebellious and dared to go after what she desired. She always knows what she wants and always goes after what she wants. She despises men but is lucky enough to have met one that treasures her and waits for her awakening.
Maggieâ€™s mother also has her scar in life. She used to be the daughter of nobility. An affair with a married man left her with a child and rejection from her family. Her own father married her and the child to one of their farm hands in exchange for taking them away. From then on, endless house chores and farm labor begin, then child bearing and raising the children. And I am sorry to say that Maggieâ€™s whole life is repeating the life of her mother, marring a guy she doesnâ€™t love, doing chores besides endless chores.
Though god has taken everyone that Maggie loves, she has always been able to love for all she has lost every time. Maggie and Ralph, when they have first met, they know they are the right person to each other. The power of fate, the force of nature, and the tendency of us enforce us to be the people we are meant to be even if it leads to suffering. Maggie is meant to be in love forever, and Ralph is bound to love her. She knows he would leave her, to seek his own destiny of being part of the church. She couldnâ€™t change her own destiny but his love for her is confirmed and they has their own child. She has had him and she only needs to know that she is deserved to be loved.
Falling in love is like the thorn bird sings when the thorn stick into its breast, and touching a bunch of roses with attractive color and thorn.