-This is where I talk about something. Something that comes to mind and sticks there and I want to describe so that it sticks in other peoples minds and makes them think, because that is what this is about. I want to be thinking. I want to be lit up and even alight. And I want you to leave this post with the memory of the thoughts it made you have.-
I was commenting on a blog recently, adding my wordyness to the discussion at hand, and I asked something to the point of
"If we fall in love with a book because of all the things it could be, all that is under the surface and all that comes after reading it, not directly from the story, is it the story doing that, or is it you? Should it make you love a story more, if it wasn't actually in it?"
It's something I've thought about briefly one or two other times, but now it's on my mind. I have a handful, probably more, honestly, of books that I adore because of what they gave me outside of the story. The feelings, the ideas, the points for discussion: if it wasn't actually inside the book, do you credit it to the story, the author, the thing they created, or would that be unfounded credit? Should you really be crediting yourself, for what you took further than it was. You saw a fire and you made a world, not the book. But even if that makes its own form of logic, it isn't quite enough for me, because without the book I wouldn't have any of the futher creation at all, even if it only gave it to me indirectly.
So do I credit the book for inspiring me, do I credit myself for having the imagination to take it further, and should I really be falling for books that I am creating my favourite parts of?
HOW DO YOU DEFINE YOUR BOOKISH LOVE?
Not the real question, or maybe it is, but answer it anyway, if you like. Also: what if your favourite parts of a book aren't written, but come from you?
P.S. I started an instagrammmmmm, because who doesn't want to see my puppy? Got you there, right? Puppies sell things wonderfully.