The Unnamed Novel

ABOUT JR Malekai

JR Malekai
I write books and stuff.



A description? That's a bit of a vague request, don't you think? I mean... how do you describe something as complicated and intricate as a human life? It's hard to think that a person can sit down and be expected to explain every occurrence, every circumstance, and every situation that has led them to where they are. It's fantasy... the in-between world where imagination crashes down on reality. How do you describe that?

I was young, I grew up, here I am... simple as that. It's not rocket science. I did it. You did it... a bit more gracefully than I did, I'm assuming, but that's the thing... you can't assume. This is a description of my story, and somehow, they want you to decide whether or not you'll take the time to hear it based on the inner flap of the unnamed novel of my life. A synopsis, of sorts, that will sum up everything within the bindings... from start to end... an impossible task.

This is it. This is me. So, how about it? Stop watching the television. Put away the text messaging. Just sit there and hear what I have to say, and if you don't like it... get up and walk away. Nobody is forcing you to stay, and though I would really like you to hear my tale, I won't go so far as to require it. Don't judge a book by its cover, they say... so, how about judging mine after it ends?