Right now I’m reading the Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Like Bradbury’s Farenheit 451 and the German novel, The Reader, it is a book about books. Or the love of books. Could you live without books? Or music? Sometimes I think of all the senses, if I had to lose one, sight would be the worst for me to lose. I would not survive without reading or seeing nature. Reading opens other places, other worlds. I’ve been thinking a lot this year about George R.R. Martin, author of the Game of Thrones series and how he grew up in Bayonne, New Jersey, reading and watching ships from foreign countries sail by his childhood home. Early fodder for his future imagination. Someone one said write about what you know. For memoir writers, perhaps? But as George has shown, the world of fantasy can sure inspire a lot of kids and adults alike. Reading took him many places beyond his neighborhood and made him the writer he is today.
As primarily a lover of and writer of non-fiction, I give it up today for the fantasy and novel writers with their creativity and vivid imaginations.