Conversations in my home usually go something like this:
“Can you believe that he was tossed out the window? He’s only a little boy. That’s insane!”
Of course my wife is shocked & intrigued,
“You’re kidding?! Who are you talking about?”
“Bran, son of Lord Eddard of Winterfell”
“Oh my gosh, are you talking about some stupid book?”
“Yes …. I am, but …”
[walks away]
I think people like talking about what they are reading just as much as they like reading it. It’s said a gentleman has three copies of his favorite book; one on his bookshelf at home, one to carry with him, and one to loan to friend.
Much to the dismay of people around me, I’ve always liked describing what I’m reading. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy doing this blog. I think something about regurgitating plots and scenes makes me remember the book better. It feels like I’m kind of re-reading it all again. I’ve never been in a book club before, but I imagine that’s the reason they exist. But why do we all like to do this?
Is it because we get to filter out the book and describe it as we think it should be seen? Is it that we get to put our own thoughts into the why or how of the book? Give it our own spin? Maybe.
Or maybe it’s something more than that. Maybe we like to discuss what we are reading because we like to discuss – everything. We do the same with television. Instead of the book club we use the proverbial water-cooler. Now more than ever we use Twitter and Facebook and Goodreads. People pour emotions into Amazon reviews.
All because we all like to tell stories. We all like being the narrator. So don’t be shy to share your thoughts on books. Tell it to friends and family. Books just give us a chance to tell a story, whether it’s ours or someone else’s. Either way, we get to be the one to tell it.
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