I read an interesting blog post by Matt Haig here.
Here are the comments he made that I thought were brilliant:
And if the stone falls hard enough the ripples last a lifetime.
Love that. We all know that some events in our lives have lasting repercussions.
There will be reviews. The bad ones will trouble me more than they should. Just as that one tiny hair you find in your peanut butter makes you want to throw away the whole jar.
I love that comment about reviews, especially the “one tiny hair” part. And, so true. Sometimes, I pay attention to bad reviews and just “expect” good reviews. How weird.
People place so much value on thought, but feeling is as essential. I want to read books that make me laugh and cry and fear and hope and punch the air in triumph. I want a book to hug me or grab me by the scruff of my neck. I don’t even mind if it punches me in the gut. Because we are here to feel.
Ah, isn’t that the truth? I’ve read oodles of books that I’ve immediately removed from my Kindle. They’re good books. They were well written and captured my attention, but the sad thing is that they didn’t make me feel. Because they didn’t make me feel, I knew I would never re-read them. I’m addicted to emotions. I love books that make me think, hate, and cry.