For some reason, at a stage in my life, I began to think I needed fixing. I devoured self help books. I listened to people who, ‘didn’t waste their time on fictional books’ and I spent my time hunting down motivational/self help books. But my dreamy, creative side was lacking. It was only on holidays that I dared to open a novel, and even then, all of my friends looked down on me reading, ‘fiction!’??
Ok, so perhaps I’m exaggerating. I have always had friends (sister/sister in law) who love to read a good novel. It was just a stage I went through. Years of hardly reading novels.
I often come across women (and men) who do not allow themselves the pleasure to read a novel, and every time I meet with one of these women, I encourage them to grab a book … I even hand them a book or two to get them started... but some do not accept my offer.
The lovely Anne Hamilton has written a post on Why its dangerous NOT to Read fiction. Pop on over, she has many great points.
As I’m nearly 40... I’m glad to say… I’m ok with me. I don’t get it right every time... but that’s ok – it doesn’t mean I need fixing – it just means I still have many lessons to learn. Lessons that can be learned through living life and reading novels.
Have you ever not read novels?