"Every Silence Has a Story"

Book review

Title                               : Every Silence Has a Story
Author                           : Zara Zettira ZR
Publisher                      : Essence - Erlangga Group
Edition                          : First Edition - December 2008
Number of Pages        : 271 pages (English)

            Reading the book "Every Silence Has a Story" is packaged in a two-language book, practically making the reader guess the main character is Zaira Ramadhani ZR Zara Zettira private.

            Indeed, as recognized Zara on the sidelines of the launch of his book in Jakarta, 90 percent of the biography is the story of his life. Of course, a story of the author's personal journey that combined with the power of imagination.

            The name Zara Zettira ZR flying in the era of the 80s and 90s, as the author of short stories in various magazines. Additionally, his face was often featured as a model in a magazine. It's a blessing as the second winner hosted by Princess Teen Girl Magazine.

            Zara has been writing since age 12. His first short story won the second race held Anita magazine, and since then it includes the prolific author. He has written over 200 short stories and 15 novels fiction. With the proliferation of private television in the era of the 90s, Zara busy being a soap opera script writer and film, and in the late 1990s, precisely 1999, Zara moved and settled in Canada with her husband and children. Seven years of living in Canada, her mood changed when she had to write one episode in a day. Writing for pleasure for women born in Jakarta, it turned into a claim when it should listen to people.

            Anxiety is erased when a publisher offered her writing. Finally materialized Stories In Silence, which invites the reader ponder life's journey through the story of Zaira.

            Zaira little nan grew up in wealthy families. Living in a house courtyard pavilion area, go to school by car by color hair tie and shirt. This wealth comes from his grandfather a businessman and frontman of Islamic-based political organization.

            At age 6, Zaira learn to understand the 'love' as well as having the meaning of 'losing'. First, when his friend, Ali, went to China to continue school. Zaira Ali advised to pour the mind-which is like a big banyan tree in the brain, with hundreds of branches continue to grow, intertwined and pressed his head into the diary.

            Furthermore, the event's grandfather passed away into the largest loss as well as the first spiritual experience Zaira. Military repression of political power as well as competition in the era of the '70s makes Grandpa Zaira one of the main targets for the excluded. With no apparent reason, my grandfather Zaira detained soldiers, taken away somewhere, which ended in hospitalization.

            At the hospital, new Zaira privy to the implant wearer's grandfather turns out to be invulnerable on the battlefield. As a result, hard to pick up his agony. Zaira as first-granddaughter in a series of activities that are not fully understood, a child becomes 'pacesetter' grandfather to die.

            After Grandpa died, Zaira and large families were experiencing life changes. Losing a car, friends, ostracized from the neighborhood, and the peak of the family home was confiscated Ramadhani.

            From stately homes downtown, Zaira and her family moved to a remote house in southern Jakarta, located on the edge of the river where residents take the smell of water for drinking and cooking, and where the garbage and excrement.

            Mom and Dad bicker due to changes in economic conditions plus the birth of the sister-mother Zaira merengganggkan relations which from the outset was not warm. Saturated fighting, Zaira decided to leave renting a dorm room. Although still in high school, Zaira already have thanks to work part-time income as a copywriter in an advertising office.

            "Sometimes, to get something new, we must abandon the old," said Zaira's father, as if to support his son's decision. A word that imprint into Zaira into adulthood. "That to get something, there is always a sacrifice. There must always be missing. For example, to get the money we have to work. Work means we lose time for ourselves. To obtain, we must lose. "

            The world seemed to be in the hands of women in their 20s who were in bloom. Zaira kept going. Have money, beauty, famous, able to buy a car, served as creative director in advertising agencies, as well as lectures at the faculty of psychology, University of Indonesia (UI) thanks to the path of achievement.

However, Zaira had another dream. Armed with cash savings, he decided to get out of the UI and take a short course of broadcasting in Los Angeles. Short drive to short courses do not finish, because my father got sick news. Zaira back to Jakarta, and with my father until death due to cancer pain.

            Zaira re-experiencing 'loss'. This time, the loss was fierce. Love only brought the wounded, including the presence of love from Jody. Men age difference 3 years her senior who came after my father died, just go carve grief.

            Zara is still a reliable author. He invites readers seemed to enjoy the roller coaster. First, we'll be taken slowly, understanding the character and some background Zaira figures from the point of view I (Zaira). Then, the secret was revealed to them why you cold, then rose and moved quickly up to the conflict story. Zaira and feelings of loss when his father died, switched surge joy when he found love with Jody, and lost love, until the world comes down to silence Zaira.

            All fast moving, tense, making the eyes line up devouring every word and immediately turned the strands next page, ... and, reached the final chapter. Well, here's the deal? Zaira find serenity and spirituality of Bali. Zaira only friends with Jody without boils down to marriage. Zaira vs. Jody is love without having. Done.

            We've snaked along Zaira and quietness of the world, stopping at submission that all will pass, that yesterday is not ours anymore, and tomorrow is not necessarily ours.