Is it just me, or is the literary tide shifting a bit. Yesterday I was in the bookstore because, well why not be–and I picked up several new novels that according the book jacket sure looked like good ol character driven, contemporary fiction.
I’m sure it’s always been there, but it seems like we’ve been afloat among a mass of literary thrillers, historical figures turned zombie killer, or rich and royals behaving badly. It was nice to see the kind of fiction I write (and love to read) bobbing along the surface.
As a writer or character driven, contemporary fiction, it gives me hope that the relatable novel is coming back in style. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed my trip down Gone Girl Lane, but I miss characters and situations that I can relate to. I miss seeing myself and my life in the pages of a novel. I believe those types of stories give us hope and courage in our own tough times. They also allow us to see the magic and wonder in the regular world around us. They tell us that our lives are magnificent too. And they are– yours and mine. Our lives are full of wonder–wonderful, every single one.