For me a good book is enriching, by which I mean it educates me in some way. A good book (to me) will always have some quality that leaves the reader enlightened, be it political, Philosophical, moral, historical, poetic, etc.. there should always be that vital "depth".
I despise books that are just hollow "page-turners", the literary equivalent of of a TV soap opera.
I feel poetry is just a way to prepare myself for death. A little bit grim, but when I read it, I can literally feel my brain expand, to the point where I know of more experiences than I could have felt, and hear far more within the world.
I've always thought about reading, reading the classics mostly, but for one reason or other I just didn't. I read the usual high school stuff, well some of it anyway. Finally at age 49 I started and I can't get enough, so I enjoy everything I have read so far. I mix in some WWII history, which I love, as some of you may have noticed by my posts.
Well, back to mowing the lawn...
i agree with dapper---i love when books have some redeeming characteristic that makes them meaningful. at the same time however, sometimes i can thrill at an authors ability and facility with the language. thats the main reason why i dont like hemingway's writing (though i do like his stories) all that much---the overly short, and even terse style doesnt captivate me. lastly, i love books in series, with the same main characters---after awhile, its a lot like visiting old friends.Originally Posted by DapperDrake
That is basically exactly how I feel and why I have subconsciously shunned the 'fantasy' genre. I think humanity and the potention of it is far more fantastic than dragons or vampires.
I often felt that reading was an isolating past time also. I love to read and my family do not. The best thing I ever did was join a book club. I have formed some really close friendships with people that I would never had known had it not been for books.I have often felt isolated in my love for reading, as if I were an outdated bookworm, and when I do open the pages of something, my mind is focused not on the outer world of squalor and noise, but of some inner cinema, if you will, that is as deep and wide as any universe. How awful it must be to not be able to read. But I guess one wouldn't know how awful it was, would one, if one had never known the pleasure of, not only mere literacy, but the power of connecting and inferring, the wonder of the mystery of thought, the marvel of the brilliance and grandeur of language?
I love that you have asked the question, "why do we love...". Thanks for asking..................
I love books that make me feel - it doesn't matter what they make me feel as so long as they make me feel something. That is why I love the books I love.
I love the books that make me immerge and get absorbed in worlds different or similar to mine inner world. In worlds I would like to experience and these books give me a unique chance to do so. It really feels like, as someone said before, cinema. So the language being attractive to me is one factor. Books that evoke in me the sense of recognising or having shared similar feelings is another category. Or books where I identify with some of the main characters, whose story, reactions, ideas etc would probably help me psychoanalyse myself or sometimes find solutions. And sometimes all the above together or perhaps more which I cannot recollect now...
any book ive liked/havnt been bored by/been able to read through was because i related/found the main character similar to myself.
im very self centered
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Good point, mhyrrmayde. I learned to read later than most, so I can remember what illiteracy was like quite clearly. Looking back, it seems like my thoughts were always shallow and self-absorbed, like "When will I get my next sandwhich?" I think reading shapes peoples' minds more than they realize, and introduces them to a deeper state of consciousness. Without the printed word, humans are pretty much just talking animals (which is not necessarily a bad thing, but that's another discussion).I have often felt isolated in my love for reading, as if I were an outdated bookworm, and when I do open the pages of something, my mind is focused not on the outer world of squalor and noise, but of some inner cinema, if you will, that is as deep and wide as any universe. How awful it must be to not be able to read. But I guess one wouldn't know how awful it was, would one, if one had never known the pleasure of, not only mere literacy, but the power of connecting and inferring, the wonder of the mystery of thought, the marvel of the brilliance and grandeur of language?
I love that you have asked the question, "why do we love...". Thanks for asking..................
Since literature hit my life, all else has grown pale. I read books because they are more real to me than my own life, and make more sense.
A book by Ian Mcewan-is there anything else more sublime??
They're just so sinister but he writes in a very subtle, tantalizing way that's really disconcerting. Especially in the more macabre ones like The Innocent and The Cement... he has a very clever way of keeping you out of your comfort zone but it's fascinating.
On Chesil Beach-wow. That made me cry so much, I don't think I've ever read anything so complex and poignant; he's so discerning of other's emotions it seems he knows them in reality. Very articulate and sympathetic with everyone he writes about.
Why do I love the books I love? Escapism, basically. There's nothing more wonderful than to lose yourself in a book for a while and completely forget the monotonous routine of real life for a time. Also, the very fact that a variety of shapes on a page are capable of conveying such a wealth of ideas, senses and feelings, and being so deeply affecting...
And then there's the moment when you read the last sentence of a really good book, close it and can't do anything but sigh deeply, as if you truly have followed in the footsteps of the characters from the first page.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Originality: like something I have never read before. Different content, a new style of writing, an original point of view.
Inspiration: spurs me to action, to love, to write, to read MORE, to lead a more complete and fuller, more satisfied life.
Humour and entertainment: some things simply make me laugh out loud.
Informative: books about subjects I am intrigued by and need to learn more about.
Romance and fantasy: I love books that fill me with love and hope and a sense of wonder, and romantacism.
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
I love Crime and Punishment because of the psychological depth of the novel. It's truly fascinating to see the intricacies and the amazing honesty with which Dostoevskii examines the human mind.
The salvation of the world is in man's suffering. - Faulkner
I love the books that put into words things that I've felt but never had the words to express.
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." - C.S. Lewis
I love Louisa May Alcott's books because I love the XIX century, and I like all the manners of that time, that you can obviously learn and understand by reading her books. I love the dialogues she writes, and the plenty of characters she has, though many of them seem quite similar to me :P
Also, I've read Little Women a thousand times so far, and now that I'm older I belive each of the main characters represent a part of my own character and temper, and that's why this book is so meaningful to me
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