In Which a Crazed Writer Rambles About Books

I always have found comfort in escaping through books; worlds where the insignificant become heroes, where an orphan becomes a mighty wizard, where castles fly in the sky, and where a wardrobe or a rabbit hole can lead to a world completely different from your own. When you are a sad and angry child who people brush off as being a problem child, a freak of nature, you cling to those stories. They are a blanket of warmth that envelops you as soon as you open to the first page. A circle of friends and companions who you know will never judge you, lie to you, or leave you. When real life becomes unbearable and your world is crumbling around you, they are constant, familiar. A new book is a new friend that you get to know little by little and as you grow older these stories become a part of who you are. To me a good story is magic, it has the power to touch so many people, it reaches to the core of human emotion, affects their lives and, even if it’s just a little, changes a person. It is amazing how, through all the fantasy and spectacle, a good story touches upon the fundamental truths of who we are, of what is Human. When you read a book, that power leaves an imprint. To some I may sound crazy but I know there are those in this world who, like me, only survived because they had those books, those stories. One of my favorite authors, Diana Wynne Jones, died last year and I really wish that I had taken the time in the past to write to her. I think I will do so now,

Dear Mrs Jones,

It’s hard to put into words how much your books mean to me. Honestly I think that reading your books growing up saved my life and I know for a fact that it was because of your books that I wanted to become a writer. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for writing your books, thank you for having such wonderful stories. Just thank you so much, they mean so much to me that there are no words to describe it.

Sincerest Gratitude

A humble fan

It’s probably good that I never sent her a letter because that above is the best I can do, which is lame. Anyways, I’m rambling, so I will stop before I make a complete fool of myself. Besides, I have the strongest urge right now to curl up with a good book.

“Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.”

~Diana Wynne Jones

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