Janie is a rather intriguing to me. As the book progressed
her character began to develop and with her character development also came a
change in her perception of love and how it works. Although I wouldn't mind
talking about Janie's overall character development through the past chapters,
but my eyes got caught at the idea of love. From notes and a few things
discussed in class the conclusion that one of her dreams, love, had come to an
end. What I liked about this concept was that during the reading the author
wrote something around the lines of a sun leaving footprints behind after the
sun set. This reminded me a lot of Janie's hope for love. When she was fist
married off it was at a young age, like that of a sun rise. During this time
her idea of love may be compared with that of a happy ending fairy tale. But
her first husband had shown her that you just don't fall in love with anyone or
love them just because you live with them. She had later fallen in love (because
he complimented her and in a sense sweet talked her) with Jody, but as time progressed
with him he dint really treat her like the lovebird he was at first. As time
progressed with him, like wise to Logan, her love for him died out. But from these
two stories I sort of saw Janie and her dream for her true love reach its
sunset and then after it died down, it left prints behind. Those prints could
give off hope since there was still a possibility of love. Which is the way I see
Janie and the story for her love: although she says her love is over there is still
the small hope that gives her what it takes to go on and chase it even if she
did declare it dead. Every encounter with love is then after that she had more
knowledge to go off and try to built a better love along with life. In the end
her story so far reminded me of the lyrics to Tablo's song,
"Tomorrow," where he says, "Receiving love doesn’t mean you have
it." I say this because although she received a form of love from all
those men, she didn’t have the love she wanted to obtain so much.
