Tell our readers why story matters to you.
What a wonderful question. As an author writing gives purpose to my life. But as a reader, it is as much a necessity as water or food or air. Not everyone reads the same stuff. I'd love to have a bookclub with my hubby, but he is all about epic historicals or action thrillers/mysteries. I'm answering Katherine's excellent question a week from today, Halloween in fact, when I guest post on her blog: http://katherinescottjones.com/
In the meantime, though, here's a hint about what types of stories matter to me. It only takes one look at my writing to see the kinds of stories that inspire me- Set in beautiful places, like the movie Chocolat; filled with love and personal growth, like the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows; fast-paced and fun, like anything from Peter Mayle; and interesting, even quirky characters, like that hilarious guy from the movie Nottinghill.
I suppose I am into the escape of it all. During the rough times in my life, putting aside my worries or troubles through a great book has helped me get through... and sometimes even find the answers I needed to respond.
Scenes like this one make me want to rush out and live in this book:
Aiden appeared ready to continue his questioning so she cut him off. “What about you? Where do you live?”
“I rent a flat in London,” Aiden answered, allowing the change of topic. “Although, I’ve sublet it for the summer… so I guess you could say I live here now.”
Lucia laughed, thinking he was kidding. No one could actually consider living in that run down old house. Among other reasons, she wasn’t sure it was safe.
Aiden quirked his lips and his eyes shone with humor. “Are you making fun of me, Luuuchia?” he said, exaggerating her name the way he had heard Uncle Gianni say it.
“Nooo,” she laughed. “No, really, I’m not making fun of you. I just, um, is that safe?” she asked.
“Well,” Aiden said, “other than the possibility that the bats are actually vampires,” -he looked at Uncle Gianni for confirmation, “which is probably unlikely right?”
“Or,” he continued, “one of the snakes turns out to be poisonous and bites me.”
Lucia thought Uncle Gianni appeared a little more concerned by that possibility; but still no comment.
“Or, I suppose, I might fall through the ceiling.” Aiden said jokingly.
This seemed the most obvious concern to Lucia, but Uncle Gianni simply continued chopping the onion he was working on.
“Probably though if I die from anything it will be of malnourishment after eating canned tuna every night.”
This last comment finally demanded her uncle’s attention. He began speaking fast and forcefully at Aiden. Unfortunately, it was all in Italian. And while it clearly demonstrated to Lucia how upset her uncle was, it didn’t really help either of them comprehend much of the content.
“Are you getting any of this?” she asked Aiden.
“Not a word,” he shook his head and smiled at her. She thought he looked happy to have elicited such a passionate reaction from her uncle.
Uncle Gianni settled down and took a big gulp of his wine.
“This is NO good,” he finally said in a broken semblance of his normally excellent English. “No! No good.” He shook his head at them as if it was partly Lucia’s fault that some strange, albeit good looking, English guy was living in a tear-down.
“You,” he pointed the knife at Aiden, making Lucia wonder if she should step in to protect him, “you, cannot eat this, this, canned food,” he spat out, “every night.”
Really, she had never seen Uncle like this. She wondered if he knew he was repeating himself. It was pretty amusing. Lucia imagined the frenzy he would be in if he ever watched the show, America’s Worst Cook.
With her normal, interesting timing, Aunt Christina chose this precarious moment to arrive home.
“You,” Uncle Gianni pointed at her before she had even had a chance to say hello or meet Aiden, “you will fix his kitchen.”
That settled, Uncle Gianni turned around and began to chop his onions again…. with perhaps a little more force than when he had left off.
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