Inlandia Literary Journeys: As Valentine’s Day nears, writer recalls a literary love affair to remember
By Staff report
In honor of Valentine’s Day, and the month of love, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate my long-standing love affair with literature and my not-so-clandestine encounters with the writing process.
I know I am not the only person to lose their head to the alluring lines of a book, or the oh-so-tempting openness of a blank page. So, join me in a celebration of my two long-standing lovers.
How do I love thee, fair literature and creative writing? Let me count the ways.
First, I can still recall when my eyes locked upon you across a crowded bookstore, or library, or clutched between the hands of another. Once you were mine, I adored being lost between your many pages. You gave me an all-consuming story; be it from Jane Austen, John Steinbeck, or good old J.K. Rowling.
Your authors kept me up at night, eagerly anticipating each page. And in turn, you found an eternally devoted companion. One who loyally shouts your praises to the world, and who willingly attached a cord connecting her heart to your binding. Even when you occasionally proved to be as deceptive as Jane Eyre’s Mr. Rochester.
Second, you drew out our encounters over days, weeks, months, and sometimes even years. (Yes, I’m talking about you, Stephanie Meyer and Diane Duane). You gave me character after character, chapter after chapter, and book after book. And you created such a wonderful world for me to explore, that I never wanted it to end. And it didn’t. Even when I was forced to wait years before the release of your latest installment.
Third, and for this I thank and bless you. You provided beautiful, and much needed consistency. You were, and are, always there for me: Michael Crichton, Aileen Erin, and countess other, patiently waiting on my bookshelf or e-reader. The […]