Thursday, September 3, 2009

My Last Line

I know I shouldn't do this, but I often can't help myself. Lots of times when I start a book, I flip to the last page and I read just the last sentence. Only the last sentence. Then I play a game with myself to guess how it gets from the first sentence to that last, usually inexplicable, sentence.

So, in honor of my own awful habit, and in honor of the rewrite that I'm just (*still*) finishing, here is the most recent last sentence of my book:

In an instant, Murph's room was engulfed in laughter and the chattering of two hundred tiny hot air balloons, each lending its own unique voice to the ocean of joyous noise.

So can anybody guess my theme?

6 comments:

Mark Terry said...

Something to do with hot air?

LurkerMonkey said...

LOL!

Exactly ... the recurring theme of my life.

Kath Calarco said...

The motif suggests something to do with hearing sound, maybe for the first time (?)...

Aimless Writer said...

I didn't know hot air balloons could laugh! Now I want to hear that sound.

Erica Orloff said...

The rediscovery of childhood?

LurkerMonkey said...

That's funny ... I knew the sound part of it would throw people off. The hot air balloons are attached to tiny noisemakers, so that's why they're so noisy. Each one is the size of a golfball, and they're unique because we're all unique: it's about discovering our own voices, our own identities.

Anyway, it makes more sense in context.

I hope.