Every person has something that they can’t resist. It catches your eye across a crowded room. You find yourself pulling the nearest person you know along to point it out. Even if you don’t touch it or intend to buy it, you comment on it. For some it’s food, or music, or shoes. For me, it’s books. Read the rest of this entry
Think of the last time that you read a book that enveloped you. Time stopped or turned to a dull roar, and even the armrest that you leaned against didn’t seem as real as the people you were reading about. Somewhere in the amazingly intricate pattern of your mind, you could see them as well as a familiar friend’s memory. You could feel their hurt, their wonder, like it was your own.
Think of the last movie that you saw that made you forget that you were sitting in a chair, not only removed but completely safe from any of the action that played out. For a time, you may have even forgotten yourself, following characters into their homes as easily and unnoticed as a sunbeam or a breeze.
There is a magic to storytelling, and part of that magic is its appearance of reality. Read the rest of this entry