I’m beginning to think that I might lack an interest in the human race as a whole. Why else would I always revert back to writing about mystical creatures? I love a good thriller in a movie, survival stories, and general non-fiction. But mostly in films. I almost never read stories of realistic nature unless they are historical fiction. (Lord knows I have a weak spot for Phillipa Gregory even when she gets the history wrong… But I would naturally be critical of that because I am a historian).
I went to Barnes & Noble last weekend because I figured the one thing I need in life is more books (even though I already have quite a few unread ones in my stash, it just looks prettier to have more on my desk. I like looking at the pages that remain unread, so sue me!) And I noticed something. I always head for the YA section, then the fantasy/sci-fi section, followed by the historical fiction/historical non-fiction section. Then I pillage the journals because they have such pretty designs. I never venture into certain types of literature because they remind me too much of the kind of material that was force fed down me in school. And they almost always brought down my GPA. I have a bone to pick with Hawthorne, Harper Lee, and Fitzgerald. All great writers, but I just didn’t get into their material. And not because it wasn’t good quality or worth the read, but because I need something mystical in there to capture my interest.
Bottom line, love humans in films. Almost always find them boring in literature. Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I will always pick up something with witches over the latest crime thriller (even though I really did enjoy ‘Girl with the Dragon Tattoo,’).
They say to read books outside your genre, but what if you can’t even get through the first 50 pages in that said genre?
Does anyone else have this problem? Maybe I’m lacking a sensitivity to completely human characters, or I was born a bit of a dreamer. But I read to escape reality, not to relive it. And stories about normal people for me, always make me relive it. It’s too much work. I want something more to whisk me away.
Maybe I’m biased. But humans are boring sometimes. Give me mermaids, fairies, witches or vampires any day of the week.