Further

In Cold Blood has seduced me since we were assigned timed writing based on an excerpt of what I now know, is the beginning of the book.

There was something that simply captivated me. Possibly, that hint of mystery Capote inserts into his writing. Maybe, it's his style that grasps my inner thoughts and feelings, and dances with them in a very tempting fashion. I would've never thought that this story was going to be about murder.

Holcomb seemed like the perfect suburb to raise your kids (considering you're a farmer or somehow related to agriculture), far away from pollution, stress, and well, the real world. But it turned out to be relevant after people knew there were four gunshots and six murders. It wasn't the perfectly mundane place I thought it was, anymore.

Somehow, this reminds me of my country. A few people knew about Colombia's coffee, back in the sixties. But in the nineties, everyone knew what Colombia was. But not for its coffee, but for its wonderful A-class cocaine. I think this is part of our nature. We're prone to remember the negative thoughts. They dig a grave in our brain, exposing our malleable flesh to the crudest of our mistakes, imprinting a scar that's poorly taken care of, that documents everything we want to forget.

There's also something about Mr. Clutter that reminds me of myself. He seems so normal. His life seems in order. He has a wife, and kids. He has trouble with his wife's health, and not everything is perfect, but there's a balance. But there's something that tells me there's a secret inside, waiting to burst. I'm not sure what it is. Despite the extremely detailed description of his self, I'm sure there's something beyond. Some value that's present, but invisible to the naked eye, that is not willing to see further.

There's still that thing that keeps me reading. I'm kidnapped. The beautiful gift of imprisonment, bestowed on me. I want to go forward. I want to know what's going to be mind-shockingly wrong with Mr. Clutter's sanity. I want to see him shoot one of the four bullets.