This week, while browsing Borders for my outside reading selection, I considered the various genres available: fiction, non-fiction, mystery and thriller, young adult, self-help, relationships, religious studies, etc. Then, as I was checking out, a good-ol'-boy type of man approached the cashier, asking if they had any books written by a romance novelist. I was shocked.
Turns out, he was looking for his girlfriend (who had already found the book she was searching for a few rows over), but I contemplated my prejudice. I believe people's literature define them; personally, I have an entire row on my bookshelf devoted to books I feel most accurately reflect my heart and mind. My favorite books dissect the deepest truths of humanity; in my constant strive for truth and intimacy, literature has satisfied me with what I fail to receive from reality.
(Side note: I sound as if I'm oozing with teenage angst; sorry about that. I really feel fine, and I apologize if this blog comes across as some melodramatic "the world hates me, and the only things that loves me are my books" crap.)
So, Constant Reader (guess which author I chose for outside reading!), what's your favorite book, and what does it say about you?
"Sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book." -Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Love this, Taylor. Last year when I was reading "The Stand" people would raise their eyebrows at me as they passed by my table at a coffee shop. I guess their assumptions went before their reality? :)
ReplyDeleteI like this alot taylor...
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