The Unrealities of Reality

I find myself drawn to very fictional, unrealistic books. There I said it; now it's out there. Why do people read? I've been thinking a lot about this lately. For some, it's all they know-it's what they were raised on. For some, they just like it. For some, it's to pass the time. But for me. For me, I read to put myself in lives I could never live. Lives that I could never dream of living, but so often invision. That's why I've been drawn to realistic fiction. Kind of a paradox, don't you think? At least from what I'm saying, it is. I read the kinds of things that would never in a million years happen to me. So, either I'm unrealistic, or realistic fiction is unrealistic, and inaccurate to the way that peoples' lives in this American society really are. I rarely hear of stories that sound too good to be true-stories that I would want to put in a novel.

But I'm babbling. Which wasn't the point of this post. The point of this post was to simply explain the kinds of novels I find myself drawn to-realistic fiction. Or should I say...unrealistic, but what people want to have in their lives. Just thought I'd add that. But really, I love to read realistic fiction because for me, reading puts me in new worlds. Worlds that I could never live in because well, I'm human. And my life isn't perfect. But who wouldn't want to live in a world where you can travel to a luxurious summer home on the coast where all you have to really do is just walk on the beach every day, the warm sand between your toes and the smell of the ocean? Man. I wish I could. And that is why I read realistic fiction. The end.