There are plenty of us, book readers, who love to indulge in a completely fictional story that we may imagine could have been real in a different time, different place, and we still fall in and out of love with the characters as if they were real.
I used to read a lot of fiction, losing myself in the book. Literally tripping over on the street as I walk around with my head down, reading as much as I can. But then it just got to the point where it was not enough.
I wanted the characters to be real, I wanted the events to have happened. Perhaps it’s a trait that those who enjoy or study history eventually obtain. The only way I can explain this to myself is that after reading a very immersing story I sometimes want it to continue, I want to be able to research and study the subject, the event or the place more, and because it’s real I can.
Because it’s real I can place my own judgement on the topic, whether it is for or against that of the author’s it doesn’t matter, because there is no one objective view on it. Yes, sometimes we may argue as to why a specific fictional character did this or that, but our answers and theories will be quickly shut down by the author who knows all the reasons why. There is only one creator, one that knows it all, and we’re just observers.
Whereas in regard to non-fiction, we all become contributors, we all have opinions, explanations and justifications for why certain things happened or evolved a certain way, which is not only great to get our distracted minds to focus and work on but also makes for a great conversation or discussion with others.
And that’ll always be what draws me into reading non-fiction.
What is your preference?