Don’t you just hate it when your day becomes ruined by a book?
I sure don’t.
You see, when you read as much as I do, stories become familiar. They fall into patterns. As you read, you think, “I’ve seen this plot before. I’ve met these characters. I know how this is going to end.” Without realizing it, your standards skyrocket and a couple of things can happen: you become a snob or you lower your standards. I’ve done both. There are times when I’ve turned up my nose on stories because their predictability is beneath me. There are also times when I’ve pushed aside that critical voice and chosen to enjoy things for what they are.
All the while, though, I have this tug in the back of my mind–this nagging desire to read that one story that is going to sweep me away and leave me breathless. My subconscious knows what kind of story it longs to get lost in… I just need to go out and find it. This longing propels me forward, keeps me reading. Despite genuinely enjoying almost everything I choose to read, there’s always the hope that the next book will be it. Continue reading