It seems as though I have been reading a abundance of sad heartbreaking books lately. It’s almost like I’m drawn to them. So why the sudden fascination? I’ve been trying to figure this out. Am I a masochist? No, I don’t think that’s it. I’m generally a very happy person. So here’s what I have come up with:
I enjoy books that make me feel something. That take me to a place that I don’t visit in real life. And since I’m a generally happy person that place ends up being heartbreak and sadness more often than not. I want an emotional connection with the book that I’m reading and that seems easier with something sad rather than something happy. What does that say about me? Maybe I’m not as happy as I thought 😉 I like to feel like I’m not just reading a book. I want to feel like I’m reading someone’s story.
It’s a lot harder to draw me in with a romance. Don’t get me wrong, I love love stories. But the author has to be very talented. It has to really be something special i.e. Alex and Brittany in Perfect Chemistry or (don’t groan) Edward and Bella in Twilight. With a sad story, we are there for the character’s pain. I guess that just makes me feel more involved in their story.
Okay, I’m rambling a little but my whole point of this was do you like sad books? Do they make you feel more involved in the story? Please comment, I want to know your thoughts! And check back I’ll be replying to comments!
Some of sad books I have read lately:
Chasing Brooklyn by Lisa Schroeder
The Secret Year by Jennifer Hubbard
Ballads of Suburbia by Stephanie Kuehnert
Hate List by Jennifer Brown
Hold Still by Nina LaCour
The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffeneggar