Araby by James Joyce is far from a love story, it’s about infatuation, obsession and what it means to find light in the darkness of ones surroundings. The young boy’s environment was cold, somber and mostly quiet, until the Christians Brothers’ school was out of session. He explored his home a bit, revealing that the previous tenant had passed in that home, in the drawing room. He found old papers that have no relevance, books that were shriveled and moist. He explored the garden, that wasn’t being tamed or looked after. The boy’s home was even depressing. He and his friends played in the cold and somber streets, which there’s a high chance that the young boy felt joy laughing and running around. Joy that he did not get at home or school. The streets were so dark that the lights from people’s houses filled his area with light. The young boy would hide if he had ever seen his uncle turning the corner, he would hide in a dark spot with his friends until they have seen his uncle go inside the house. But, when the young boys friend Mangan’s sister was to ever call out for Mangan, the young boy did not feel inferior. He felt intrigued and delighted to be near her, even if they never spoke, her presence was enough for him. The young boy described her so elegant and soft, that her figure was defined by the light of the house, her dress swaying with her when she moved and her hair so soft, moving side to side. He watched her, he sought for her. As if she was something that made him light up inside. He could not stop thinking about her, even in times there was nothing about what he was doing she […]