Monday, March 12, 2018
Lost in a Book
Yesterday I started reading The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah. I am fairly certain I have read all of Hannah's books, usually within weeks of them coming out. I love the way she writes, how she weaves her stories and develops her characters. Each time a new title drops, I worry that it can't possibly be as good as the one that came before. I needn't worry.
I'm not going to talk about the plot of The Great Alone, because 1) I haven't finished it and 2) I don't want to spoil the thrill of reading this book for anyone. But I really, really want to talk about it. SO let me know if you've read it!
I noticed something as I moved through my school day and then cooked dinner. I find myself going back into the story, thinking about Leni, the main character, and her troubled, damaged parents. I know something bad is going to happen to one of the central characters soon - the tension is building and it's about to burst - but I don't know which character is going to be hurt. I THINK I have some idea of what's going to set the character who I'm fairly certain will be the bad guy off, but I may be wrong.
I love this about really good books. The story takes me over, and I keep thinking about the plot and characters. I question, predict, and question some more. I worry about the characters as if they are real people and I want to know they will be ok, even though I know not all of them will be. I picture myself there among them, a watcher in their stories, the fly on the wall.
Not every book does this to me. But when it happens, I love it.