When I tell
people I am a writer, their first words are, “Really? Who is your favorite
writer?” I am not asked the questions
other writers claim they are asked like “Where do you get your ideas?” or “Who
is your inspiration?” or “How do you find time to write?” No, I am the
fortunate one asked to share my favorite writers.
Perhaps I should
take this as a complement; after all, I did spend over 20 years in the
classroom, trying to help others better their writing by teaching them the
basics and giving them necessary feedback. Yet, maybe in their minds I fit the
stereotype of a reader rather than that of a writer; yet, perhaps I -- like my
new friends -- temporarily forget how important the relationship is between the
reader and the writer and the significance of each entity in the process. After
all, in order to be successful, the writer cannot forget his reader, and if
there is no writer then what will the reader find to do?
Nonetheless, in
order to answer the question posed to me by my new friends, my brain
immediately switches into analytical mode: do I like James Patterson and his
style and genre more than I appreciate the style and genre of Danielle Steele
or Nora Roberts or Debbie Macomber?
Then it occurs
to me that I don’t necessarily have a favorite author. I know what I like and
it is what I look for when I pick something to read:
I want to be
told a good story. I want to be held in suspense. I want to feel the tension --
that sensation that keeps me turning the pages. I want to be in the setting. I
want to feel the couch the character is sitting on; I want to taste the food he
is eating and the drink he brings to his lips. I want to feel what the
characters feel – their fear, their pain, their joy. I want to laugh and I want
to cry with my characters. I want to study the symbolism the author uses and
try to figure out what part the symbolism plays in the theme.
I want the
author to remember me – his or her reader – and make the story come to life for
me.
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