I Read, Therefore I Could Be

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Books are one of my greatest pleasures.

My husband and I seem to disagree TOTALLY about books. I love Sci-fi and Fantasy books; he hates them. He likes trendy new novels; I can get through a few, but I don’t usually like them. He reads factual books; I’d rather gnaw my arm off at the elbow. We can both enjoy biographies, but our ideas of a ‘good biography’ seem to be poles apart.

Me? I love a good story. Throw it into an as-yet non-existent world or universe, add some ability or power nobody really has, chuck in some impending doom that isn’t a possibility in this life, and I’m in heaven. Why? Because it sets my imagination free.

I love when a book goes places we can’t go in this world. That’s the excitement of it for me: not knowing where things will go or what might happen. I like that kind of surprise.

I love worlds where people move things with their minds, spaceships go further than we could get in several lifetimes, vampire masters can be defeated by a girl who raises the dead for a living (Ssshhhh! If you know, don’t tell. ), women who always thought they were perfectly normal can suddenly work magic and do extraordinary things. I love this stuff because a part of me would love to live this stuff. No, I don’t really want to live in a world inhabited by vampire masters (If they’re really out there, then don’t tell me!), but I’d love to be a girl who could kick vampire butt and save the day. I’d love to be more than I think I am, do more than I know I can do.

Is that so strange?

Isn’t that why we go to movies? To forget who we are for a little while, to try to walk in another person’s shoes, a person who can and does do things we cannot?

Books are my own personal movie, running in my head. I can see it all on the big screen and in living colour.

That being the case, why wouldn’t I want to read the stories that are larger than life, completely impossible and full of creativity and imagination? I don’t want to read about what’s been done — I want to read about doing what I wish could possibly be. I want to read about all the things that the server technician, wife and mother-of-three will never do, but would love to think that maybe, in another universe, she could.