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Today You Are Here: Fiction

It was supposed to be a work day at home. I had a list of things that needed to be done and only had this day in which to do them. But I couldn’t get up from my spot on the couch. One more chapter, I kept telling myself, and then proceeded to read four more. I read while I stood at the stove stirring and I changed my evening plans so I could cozy up and read more over a scoop of ice cream.

Maybe this is why I don’t read fiction very often. I thought it was because I preferred non-fiction, but it is more likely because my subconscious self was protecting me from procrastinating for the sake of a novel.

I’m glad I spent the day reading though. I’m glad that the characters and story swept me up and yanked my attention to them. And I’m glad I spent the chilly fall evening curled up on the corner of our couch, following the lives of fictional women as they sorted out complicated plot twists.

I’m glad anytime I get sucked into a book, especially a fictional one. It happened to me a few weeks ago with a similar novel. Both these stories included middle aged women who, by unusual circumstances, find themselves with the opportunity for a second chance at their earlier years. I watched them remember who they used to be and wrestle with their future selves, and finish out the story more grounded in themselves and more thankful for the life they were living. And as I got to the end of their stories and closed the books I came away with a changed heart.

Good fiction does that. It tells a good story, it presents endearing characters, it crafts a compelling plot that keeps you turning the pages toward the end. It makes you shuffle your plans for the day around so that you can find out what happens. But the best fiction can’t be consumed without affecting the heart of the reader.

I become friends with the characters. I relate to their struggles, their joys, their perspective of life. Me too! I shout at them. I know how you feel! I laugh with them, smile when they smile, cry over their beautiful stories. I scold them for poor choices, I celebrate with them over victories. Their lives become mirrors of my own heart’s journey.

I love getting lost in good stories, fictional, literary, cinematic, non-fiction, any of it. Because when I get to the end it seems like I’ve found a little more of myself.

Today the book has been finished and I’m giving myself a few more days before another novel is checked out. Today I am here. Living my own beautiful story.img_0078img_0079img_0076

{This is a part of my Today You Are Here series. Join me over here for the 31 days of October as we practice being present together. Or enter your email address below to have updates sent directly to your inbox!}

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4 Comments

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    kirstin
    October 13, 2016 at 8:31 am

    I love a good book and can totally lose myself…..I’ll read at the stove, wherever I am (except driving..lol) what books did you read?

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      greeroharah
      October 17, 2016 at 9:50 am

      What Alice Forgot and The Year We Turned Forty =)

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    heavenly pure coffee
    October 13, 2016 at 7:14 pm

    it is very nice to read the whole book:), but i can’t read it in 1 day 😐

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    dariakrauzo
    November 5, 2016 at 3:34 am

    That’s so true! I got some similar thoughts about the magic of literature lately so maybe you want to check out also my autumn reading list 🙂 http://dariakrauzo.com/autumn-reading-list/

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