Lately, I’ve noticed that my mood is affected by the tone and story of the book I’m reading. Somehow, I get so engrossed that it goes right to my head! Last Monday/Tuesday, I’d been sort of bummed and down. Moping along. I thought it was a case of the Mondays and Tuesdays. And a little bit of work stress. I was reading Never Let Me Go. It’s about children being raised to be organ donors. They donate until they “complete,” aka, die. Talk about a downer.
On Wednesday I started I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella. Sophie Kinsella authored the Confessions of a Shopaholic series. Her voice in the books is about as bubbly, cheerful, and hopeful as they come. So for Wednesday/Thursday, I was in a much happier mood.
Then on Friday I read a medium-downer with lots of goodness, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. That kind of brought me down a bit too. The protagonist and the voice of the book is that of an autistic boy. I ached for him and admired his strength at the same time. I loved this kid. Great, great book by the way.
Most prize-winning books deal with serious soul-sucking themes. And that’s fine. There’s a place for them. But I love the warm fuzzy feeling when I’m reading a friendlier, lighter book. I think it must be better for my psyche.