Last week, I read “Regretting You” by Colleen Hoover.
The book turned out to be fantastic. So much depth into the threads that weave through our shared humanity. Quite a nice book. Read it especially if you have a tough time with your parents.
It’s a fiction, and I have recently picked up this genre. Which also led me to running myself through “The Enemy” by Sarah Adams. Quite light and easy read. Cute as well.
As I was reflecting on what has happened for me to never read fiction in 14+ years of my love affair with books, to reading a fiction along with a non-fiction, here is what I conclude:
- Fiction helps us believe someone will come into our lives and fix it. Non-fiction gives us that onus.
- Fiction tells us each one of us lives in a separate world of our own. Which is the last fictional thing about a fiction.
- People want to be validated for who they are. That is the crux of all fiction and non-fiction.
- People want to grow and evolve as human beings. Again a common thread amongst all fiction and non-fiction.
- Storytelling always remains the most powerful form of connecting with anyone.
- A good book does well years, sometimes decades after it has been published.
- An authentic author writes a book for themselves.
- We all go through our different levels of traumas. But fixing it or being fixated on it is our choice.
- The world is full of good people. You just have to be one in order to attract one in your vortex. And I mean non-romantically, too.
- Of all ways of getting lost, books are the best.
