Cloud Busting is a story about Dave who is a new student in the school who stays few doors away from Sam’s house and Sam who is a bully. It is a well-written, easy-to-read tale written in poetic form. It is a story about friendship, emotions, love, and bullying and peer pressure. I found the characters very believable, especially Dave and Sam themselves. They're not perfect but they're still likable characters who are easy to relate to on some level—even if you don't identify with them 100%.
This story shows how important it is for people to have friends who care about them even if those friends have different beliefs than yours do—and what happens when those friendships don't work out because of something else.
In Cloud Busting, the author has used different poetic forms to inspire their writing, like haikus, blank verse, limericks, and a shape poem. She has covered these topics at the end of the book.
There are some read-worthy poetic lines in this book, which I will be sharing it below –
1} D'you know what stars are? Stars are holes in the floor of heaven.
D'you know what dreams are? Dreams are a way for us to live two lives.
2} The worse thing in the world –
No, the worse thing in the universe
Would be to look and walk and talk
And think like everyone else.
3} I look at the summer sky
And see the bottom of
Heaven's ocean.
I look at a tree
And stand and stare
As the branches
Like arms
Beckon me near.
I look up at the stars
And see holes in
The floor of heaven.
A light so bright
It burns my heart.
I look at people's faces
And see myself in their
Selections of expressions.
Reflections.
Contact.
4} Isn't life cherry ice cream with chunky chocolate chips?
Isn't life all the shades of the rainbow seeping through every pore?
Isn't life a burst of light, a scent to delight, a phoenix rising, dazzling in the night?
Isn't life a magnificent mountain peak or silent woods or warm waves lapping a sandy shore?
Isn't life anything, everything you make it and then much, much, so much, oh much, more?
Last but not least, I would like to end this book review with a poem which I have written by myself:
I wonder what it's like to be a cloud.
I wonder how it feels to be so full of light, so full of joy, and yet so small when compared to the sky.
I wonder if they have feelings too, like us.
Of course they do! They're clouds! How could they not?
They can't see themselves in the mirror, so they don't know how beautiful they are. But no one can see them but you and me.
We love them for the same reason we love our friends: because they're part of us. And if we let them go, we'll never find ourselves again.