It’s amazing how non-booknerds don’t understand the power of a story.
Moment: I’m sitting on a couch in my mother’s living room over my Christmas holiday and my brother starts making fun of me, “Are you crying?”
“Yes… it’s sad!”
“It’s a book!”
“It’s sad. Someone just died.”
“It’s a Harry Potter book and you’re crying?”
He reads. But he reads financial and economic books and books on coaching. He doesn’t read stories in which you get connected to the characters and get involved in their relationships.
Also…he’s a boy. Boys don’t seem to get quite as emotional as women when fictional characters suffer. (Please, someone, prove me wrong here!)
And yes, I was reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.
And yes, it did make me cry. Quite a lot of tears, actually.
Now I’m reading The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman. If you want an intensely emotional tale of survival and how women deal with a whole host of circumstances, many of them heartbreaking, read this book. It’s beautiful so far and I’m not even half way through.