I know for my part that the first books I ever read were fiction books for boys. I later grew to consume adult-themed books but I never forgot those amazing stories of adventure, friendship, and epic battles. So let me share some of the benefits you get from reading fiction books.
Zines remained popular through 2011 when they hit a mainstream high. In 2019, zines remain popular, but only to those who know they exist. The younger generations who grew up with Facebook and Instagram don’t know what they’re missing.
For the most part people today read Don Quixote because they are told that it is a classic, the first modern novel in any European language. Reading it becomes an obligation of being a well-rounded student of the humanities, and this cultural assumption stands in the way of engaging with the text.
She was led, while a child, to see the retreating forces of Charles Edward (i.e. Bonnie Prince Charlie) pass from Falkirk to Culloden. Her uncle, the Laird of Feddal and Shawn, in whose house she was brought up followed the fortunes of the Prince to battle, was never more heard of, alive or dead.
The Poets – Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Adrianne Rich – sat in the poet’s chair and spoke their poems and rhymed and sang their poems to men and women who clapped or snapped, who thanked the poet for the words.
Whenever adults described me as a child they always inserted a modifier: they said I was terribly shy or horribly shy or, the most painful of all, painfully shy. But even as a shy kid I was never bored or without friends. That’s because I surrounded myself with words and pictures.
You can never be lonely, or bored, or too busy to fall in love with a book. Even if life wants to kick you in the teeth you can escape into a world where someone else is living through something worse, or something better. Books in whatever form are mankind’s greatest treasures.
I was home late at night again; I was thirteen going on thirty. The dining room fixture shone brightly down onto the table, like a beacon of sorts. I sat there with my copy books and my pens, and wrote. It was the summer before I was going to start high school.
This is the eighth, and final, segment in a series of articles in which author Steven Erikson deconstructs, paragraph by paragraph, an excerpt from his most recent novel Forge of Darkness.
This is the seventh in a series of articles in which author Steven Erikson deconstructs, paragraph by paragraph, an excerpt from his most recent novel Forge of Darkness.