I was talking with a friend about books.
We were talking about how some authors choose to write just one book at a time on one subject with one set of characters. These books they write, they are not connected by a familiar setting or theme. But, they have the style of the author that is threaded throughout all the books. Usually, if you like one book then it is safe to predict you will like another.
Then you have authors who choose, for various reasons I am sure, to write books in a series. My friend was lamenting that maybe they feel they have spent so much time and thought and energy developing a particular world that they can’t possibly share it all in *just* one book. But, it feels sort of deceptive somehow to know that you are expected to read the set in its entirety. Some people can stop after book 1 or book 2. Others feel this push to read the whole set just to learn what happens with the characters.
I have always loved books. I have loved them for as long as I can remember. If I was given a choice between books and television usually books would win. The power of a story that can sweep you up and away into another world is a unique power.
Pull back of person reading a book, maybe in the trees.
Sometimes I see glimpses of my life in the books I read. I see myself in the characters. I find myself asking, what would I do if faced with that same challenge. I wonder if the characters in the stories are stronger and braver than the average person and if that is part of what draws us in as readers.
There are books that have universal appeal and there are books with a much more narrow audience. Just like with art and photography. I like contemplating the factors that make one book or one image more universal. Does that wider span of appreciation make it a better work of art? I don’t think so.
More random thoughts on books coming soon. Just because I couldn’t get them all into this one post!