Dear Markus Zusak,
Let me tell you a secret.
I
am a junior in high school, and by now the school counselors have begun to
pressure us to begin thinking about what we want out of our future, and what
colleges we wish to apply to. It has become a sort of competition among the
members of my class, bragging that they received this letter from that
college and that they’re applying to that
nationally commended college because they
recently became the recipient of this nationally
recognized award.
By
now I’ve realized that I have nothing whatsoever to brag about. I am
exceptionally ordinary. The only subject that I really tend to excel at is
English, whether it is the language or the literature, but I have been told
plenty of times that, “You can’t make a career out of English Literature.” and
“Everybody chooses that major. What makes you think that you have a chance of
being accepted more than the others?” I’m rather sure that I will be going to a
community college for two years before transferring to one of the local public
4 year universities, but when you are going to private school, where at least
half of your classmates are applying to some sort of Ivy League school, the
stigma is always placed upon your shoulders, because a community college will
never be good enough for the others.. I have heard things muttered under the
breaths of Honor Roll Students and even one of the staff members, saying things
such as, “You’re wasting your life,” and “You’re not going to make anything of
yourself.” It’s rather disheartening, to say the least.
When
our Book Club decided to read your novel I
Am the Messenger for our latest YA themed month, I found myself rapidly
pulling a dusty copy of it out of my bookshelf. I had bought it about two or
three years ago due to a friend’s recommendation, but I never had time to read
it. High school can do that to you.
By
the end of the second chapter, I had found in Ed Kennedy the most relatable
character I had ever found within the words I had seen written on pages. He was
just ordinary. Typically ordinariness within a novel eventually becomes, “And
then the ordinary guy became an all- powerful superhero and saved the world and
lived happily ever after.” Ed was different. Throughout the novel, he was just
an ordinary 19 year old cab driver, and that appealed to me and my situation. Like
me, Ed felt as if he had achieved nothing in his life so far.
“Constantly,
I’m asking myself, Well, Ed – what have
you really achieved in your nineteen years? The answer’s simple. Jack shit.”
Ed’s
personality touched my heart because he reminded me of myself. A young kid who
doesn’t do well in school because she’s too busy reading, meaning the only
subject that she’s actually interested in is English. We are bystanders, simply
watching as other people around us pave their way to greatness as we do nothing.
We’re both heartbroken, because the girl who makes the sun shine in our lives
is with someone else, and refuses to love us back. We are the epitome of
ordinariness, and the things that make us happy are simple things, like gentle
winds, playing cards, and dreams of what could be our happily ever after.
Ed
and I are both heartbroken. I could feel the sadness and angst that resulted
through the heartbreak as I turned the pages, filled with words that dripped
with sorrow like a rusty faucet. I
resonated with Ed
because he knew how it felt to bleed inside whenever you see the girl you love
with another person. He knew how much her words could hurt you, how they could
kill you inside when you’re rejected by the girl who makes your heart dance whenever
you see them each day. Your book paces a lot of emphasis on words, on the
weight of words, as well as their power, and the impact of the messages that
they can bring.
“She soon says, ‘You’re
my best friend, Ed.’ ‘I know.’ You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No
bullets. Just words and a girl.”
However,
when Ed receives that first card, he is unknowingly receiving an opportunity.
The cards give him an opportunity to make the impact on people that he would
have missed by living in that small town, and delivering his messages,
especially in the spades and hearts, helps him realize that he can make
something better of himself, even if he wasn’t able to go to a good university.
Seeing Ed deliver his messages, one by one, helped me remember, for the first
time since fifth grade, that there is more than one way to make something of myself.
Needless
to say, your book was a page turner. I stayed up until midnight to finish the
book, and I haven’t been the same since. Your book taught me that there is more
to becoming great than just winning an award or making the existence of your reputation
outlast your own mortality in the world. Becoming great means that we become
involved in other people’s lives, and that we care about them, and we become a
source of some sort of happiness for these people who we may not even know. To
be able to find greatness, we have to find our purpose in life, and that
purpose becomes our way of being great.
After
reading I Am the Messenger, I’m
gradually making myself see the opportunities that are ahead of me that don’t
lie in the academic world. There are plenty of things that I can do now to make
an impact on someone’s life for the better, and I am working to become a
messenger, like Ed. You have helped me realize that even the most ordinary of
people can be great, and it doesn’t take greatness to do good. You just have to
do it.
Most
of all, however, you taught me that ordinariness doesn’t automatically make us
inferior. I had believed that statement throughout my entire life, but I Am the Messenger has given me
not only a change of heart, but another shot to make my future bright, and
something that I can be proud of.
Ed’s
story has motivated me to strive to become great once more, but this time
around it won’t be the sort of great that one wants to use in a bragging match.
Thank
you for everything, Mr. Zusak. As I go forth with my newfound perspective, I
will remember some of Ed Kennedy’s most memorable words in my heart, “There’s
an aura in this card, and it’s been given to me. Not to Dickhead Ed. To me –
the real Ed Kennedy. The future Ed Kennedy. No longer simply a cab driving
hopeless case. What will I do with it? Who will I be?”
Mr.
Zusak, through the character of Ed Kennedy, you have given me my first card, my
Ace of Diamonds, and I will be forever grateful for it.
-An
Inspired Reader
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