I wasn’t planning on writing this post today. I had something completely different written down on my schedule but really felt like this was something that I wanted to post soon.
Today, I’m going to be talking about how books can help people and my personal experiences with books. This is something completely new to me and I’m going to be honest. It’s quite a personal subject but I feel like it’s the right time to write about it.
This is something that I’ve wanted to write for a while. It ties in a little bit with the ‘sick lit’ article which I feel strongly about and I really hope this doesn’t sound like I’m blabbering on.
I believe that books can heal. Since losing my grandfather a year ago, I haven’t exactly been fine. In the months after his passing, I can remember drowning myself in a pile of books. I read day after day, not stopping at all. When I picked up that one book, I could forget all about what had happened and live in this book world, for however short a time.
Because books are written about a range of different subjects, there will most certainly be one that you will be able to relate to. When I read The Fault in Our Stars back in December, I knew that this was my book. The way in which it deals with grief is completely unique and has helped me come to terms with my own bereavement.
I also loved Undone by Cat Clarke. This was a novel that made me so emotional because it felt like parts of the book were written about me. The way Clarke describes Jem, the main character, feeling is a complete reflection of my own experiences and thoughts and it was a bit of a relief to know that someone actually got me.
I’m not someone to just start jabbering on about my feelings so it isn’t easy for me to write this post. People are hurting and novels can change the way they think and help them deal with their own problems. By reading a book they can sift through their feelings and feel comfortable. Without reading I know I would be lost and through blogging I have met some wonderful people who have helped me, even if they don’t yet realise it.
This is why I really don’t understand the term ‘sick lit’. think that people should be open to read about whatever they like. If we wrap teens up in cotton wool then once they open their eyes to real life then they’ll get a really big shock. We don’t live in a utopian society so I wish people would just admit that, actually, us humans have a lot of issues. We can’t hide suicide and self harm and death and all of the other things that ‘sick lit’ is supposed to be. I’d rather be aware of those things than it be hidden away from me.
I know that last paragraph was a little deep and realise why some people may think I’m completely wrong but it is my personal opinion and it’s what I believe.
Personally, if I wasn’t happy with a book I would put it down, and have done in the past.
What are your views on this subject? Have books helped you in any way?