I always love it when an author acknowledges you as “dear reader.” It’s like they know you’re there and they appreciate your reading their work. It opens that fourth wall right up and acknowledges the bond that is formed when you read a book. Certain books touch you, affect you, and change the way you think, even feel about things. The best books inspire you.
When I’m shopping around for a book, I always open it up and read a page or two from the middle. I don’t choose a book for the plot or the subject matter, I try to choose a book based on the author’s writing style. The vocabulary, the turn of phrase (fyi: I love the phrase “turn of phrase”…I also keep trying to spell phrase with an f), the use of punctuation, these are the things that make me want to read (or not read) a particular book. I think it’s this reason that being called “dear reader” warms my heart. Because, not only did I choose that author, not just the book, but that author is glad I chose them.
There is currently a stack of four books on my nightstand, just waiting for me to dive in, and for some reason I can’t choose where to start. My father, for as long as I can remember, has always been able to read two, three…sometimes four books at a time. Quite frankly, I’m just too ADD for that. And yes, that is self-diagnosed.
What was I saying?
Ah yes. I can’t seem to choose, because I can’t seem to decide who’s voice best suits my recent mood.
As I write this, I’m watching You’ve Got Mail. And right now it makes me want to go curl up in a corner at Barnes & Noble and get lost in the pages of some deep piece of fiction.
I don’t know why I felt like sharing all this today, it’s not even what I was thinking about when I clicked “new post” on my blogger dashboard page. I guess all this is meant to say thank you, dear reader, for blindly following my random thoughts…it really does mean a lot.