Daughter of Smoke and Bone

“She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil’s lair. She wasn’t innocent now, but she didn’t know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.” pg. 45 Daughter of Smoke and Bone

Recently, I borrowed a book from the library and absolutely had no idea what it was at all. I never saw the cover nor the title recalling any sense of familiarity within the field of books I had looked or perhaps read before. What drawn me into it was a little bit of excerpt from the book, which was “She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil’s lair. She wasn’t innocent now…”

This drawn me completely. It reminded me of pretty much how we all were when we were younger kids. We are brought into this world without any knowledge of what was going on except that we came from our mother and we knew soon enough who the rest of the family members are.

But one thing that strikes us out so different from the rest, as little babies, is that we’re very innocent. The innocence that envelops us, that enshrines us from the cruel reality of this world and events that will one day open our eyes into seeing and making us understand just what kind of a world we’re brought into.

This happens as we grow up. Innocence is the symbolism of a child, a small frail child who knew only of play and of love. But as time progresses by, and our ages and life span tick alongside how many days and years have gone by, it eventually comes to a point where we’re no longer innocent.

No longer do we stay in our houses, playing children’s games or rely on our parents to kiss away our injuries in hopes that they will feel better. No longer do we hide under the wings of our parents, under the protective care of our mother and father, no longer hidden away from what this world could bring upon us.

We’re out here, this is our life. There’s nothing else we can do about it but to live through every single second of it because that’s what we’re here in the first place. We didn’t ask to be born. No one did. But because growing up is part of life, the way we see things of this world is also part of life; seeing its good and seeing its bad is part of life.

However, so much we’ve seen, we all know that there’s still a missing piece inside of us; an unknown puzzle piece unfound. I’m not trying to be religious bias here or anything even though I am a Christian. But in my book, I believe that we were brought into this world for a reason. We may not realize it yet but we were called to do something amazing.

And this is another part of the quote that had me relate this book to our lives. Our lives meaning us growing teens or growing young adults or adults in general. “…a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.” This part relates on how growing up, sometimes we still don’t even see the reason as to why we’re here.

Deep inside ourselves there’s something but we’re not able to find it yet. This is why I wanted to share this part of the book to everyone because the author did such a fantastic job of luring me in immediately with that and has inspired me to write about it. It a summarization of our lives, my life, in whole.

We start off as innocent, and gradually as times change, we change, and our perspective of this world transition as well. The cloudiness, the fog will clear up and we see all these events even outside our community that we didn’t even know were happening until much later on. And as time passes by as well, we grow up, and some of us may not even have found the purpose as to why we’re living. Why we’re here breathing and living each day.

It may sound harsh. Or rather blunt that this is our life, but it’s the reality. It’s just accepting it and move on or accepting it and making a change, making an impact on it later on. This is what I learned just from this part of the book.



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