Stories
My name is Dave and I am a story addict. Last night my wife and I went to see The Hunger Games, and in two minutes, I was hooked. I loved it from start to finish and I could see it again tonight. I read the books and burned through them like a fire. Couldn’t put them down. Good writing, great characters, great plot and thematic depth that yields a surprising richness of meaning. One of the chief pleasures of my life from as early as I can remember has been the experience of being hooked on a novel or a play or a movie. Sometimes I feel a sort of guilt that I care so much about these non-real characters that when I am in the middle of their lives, I cry or laugh with joy as I read or view, but the tragedies and joys of neighbors and friends often elicit far mere tepid emotional responses from me. I realize this happens because I have submitted to the world of the story and allowed myself to be manipulated by it. But stil...