Sometimes we come across one of those stories with no
mysterious turns, no surprises, and undeniable predictability. Perhaps even
typos and failings of good grammar. Yet we continue reading on.
While many of us enjoy novels and even biographies for
entertainment, a good number of us relish the being swept away part…taken into
a pleasant atmosphere; an ideal environment…respite from various stressful
struggles in each of our unique realities.
Simplicity often finds its way to a needy heart and soul in
just such books. The author simply tells his or her story well, with no intent
except to bring a spark of hope, maybe a twinkle of light, and a dribble of
faith into our lives.
In such stories, there are no murders to figure out, no love
triangles, or cliff hangers leading to Book Two. (No criticism of those books
meant – I am merely speaking of another kind of book here.)
Instead, we might find ourselves in the midst of a loving
family with full acceptance of who we are, gracious siblings, and two parents
who are not only kind to their children but also to one another. We want to
visit there for a while.
Or we might find ourselves in a dream we aspire to, or have long
ago lost and unable to rekindle…dancing in a school play, singing a favorite song
without flaw, cuddling a newborn infant, looking out from the top of the Empire
State Building, rowing on a peaceful lake, living in a house in the mountains
or by the sea, being able to run freely without the burden of chronic pain or
limitation. How wonderful to be taken to these places and/or experiences in the
midst of our storms.
We all have wishes and dreams dancing around inside of us.
And some stories let them dance free, even if just for a day or two. And that
is all that such stories do. That is the task of them.
No alluring hook at the end of each chapter, or a clincher
at the close of the overall story.
The goal is to bring the reader to a good place for a while.
Calm and easy.
The simplicity of good story telling can ‘take’ us to a
rainy day in Manhattan, where people gather in cafes and coffee shops sipping
hot lattes, ‘tweeting’ and chatting, as yellow taxi cabs rush by. Those not
fortunate enough with time to stop, hurry past under colorful umbrellas
nearly colliding into one another. It all makes for a cozy kind of rainy day. We
linger.
We turn to the next page, and the next…we finish a book that
perhaps ends up in the bargain bin of Barnes and Noble because it is not one of
the big name authors or an attention grabber that might procure movie
possibilities. But it has done its job…for me…maybe for you…the way a simple
smile can change the day of the weary recipient.
For this, I write on…
Absolutely! I read for the atmosphere as much as for anything. Just reading this post, I was happily transported to that rainy day in Manhattan, sitting in a coffee shop sipping a hot latte. I gazed out the window, and just for a minute I was lost in the coziness...which you created beautifully. Write on! Write on! Write on!
ReplyDeleteI just saw this comment today. Thanks so much for your kinds words. How wonderful if you and I could be transported to a Starbucks coffee shop in Manhattan on a rainy day, seated by the glass so we could chat, sip, and watch. :)
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