Daily Prompt: The Great Divide
When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?
Crying, sitting huddled up — that’s me.
Did anyone said anything to me?
Has any misfortune befallen me?
Has there been any bad news?
No, no, no.
So why am I crying?
You won’t laugh? Promise?
Okay, I am reading this book, and this is what happened ……..
There was a time when I could read: fiction, non fiction, biographies, thrillers, murder mysteries, historical books, anything on which I could lay my hands.
My heart has gone frail over the years. I only read light fiction now, very occasionally non fiction; someone has read, and recommended.
When I am reading fiction, anything bad happens, I console myself, “these are just words. Nothing happened, it’s imagination.”
Reading non-fiction I cry when something untoward happens. I feel sad, and a heaviness settles around my heart. I can’t shake the sadness away.
That’s what happens to me.
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That’s one of the magical things about books; they can touch you in ways other media simply can’t.
Yes it does. Now I can’t read those authors who I liked best.
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Awh It happens to the best of us. I understand, Nothing to be embarrassed about Sheen 🙂
Perhaps some well-written fiction with more optimistic outlooks can help you bolster your frail heart! It would be a shame to miss out on all of the wonderful writing out there just because it has such a profound (and in this case, overwhelming) emotional effect on you.
Thanks for writing. Sheen.