So, I just finished reading Odd Thomas for the Caffeine Crew Book Club, even wrote a review up over here. That was a book that made my heart hurt–and GOD, I love that. Beyond any crazy twists and gimmicks (while I sometimes find them exhilarating in a whole different way), nothing makes me remember a book like the characters. Give me a character to remember, one that struggles and fights despite the overwhelming circumstances and odds against them. One that lives despite tragedy, or cares too deeply. One who’s unafraid to bare their soul, or too afraid, and terrified of getting hurt.
I see so many posts about how people are disgusting, or the worst. And yes, there exist some pretty terrible individuals. But in this era of social media, it’s so easy to dehumanize people. It’s so easy to forget that there’s a human being behind the screen, that the username has a story, and that they’re struggling to survive, and live, just like the rest of us.
Here’s where books come in. They’re a reminder, people. They’re a reminder why humankind can be amazing. Why people are worth believing in, and also a lesson on how circumstances and life can build folks up or destroy them. I want to read books that make my heart hurt, and make me love our species. I want to care about the individual, not statistics, or data.
Hence why I always read.