Serendipity, kismet, book magic. You might not have a name for it (or maybe you do), but if you’ve read books for any amount of time then you know
what it is:
That moment when a book crosses the horizon of your
consciousness without your having searched for it. Maybe you heard about it from a
friend, a blog post, or an
interview. Maybe you only saw the cover or simply discovered it on the shelf. One moment you are living your
life and the next moment there is this book that you know you need to read. And once
you do, you sit back amazed over what it did. Captivated you. Or answered one of your unspoken questions. Described
a feeling you never could put into words. Sometimes the entire theme envelops you, sometimes just one phrase stays with you.
A few that come to mind for me.
“Children are a burden to a mother, but not the way a heavy
box is to a mule. Our children weigh hard on my heart, and thinking about them
growing up honest and healthy, or just living to grow up at all, makes a load
in my chest that is bigger than the safe at the bank, and more valuable to me
than all the gold inside it.”
― Nancy E. Turner, These Is My Words: The Diary of Sarah
Agnes Prine, 1881-1901
“. . . that all the good things of this world are no further
good to us than they are for our use; and that, whatever we may heap up indeed
to give others, we may enjoy as much as we can use, and no more.”
– Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
“She had little experience with such things, but she began
to suspect this was exactly what it meant to have people in one’s life who
cared about each other. They talked through burdens and walked at each other’s
side. ‘Twas something she knew in that moment she wanted very much indeed.”
– Sarah M. Eden, Longing For Home
And this one. Takes. My. Breath. Away.
Mr. Rochester to Jane: "Every atom of your flesh is as
dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is
my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still. . . "
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
This book magic, I think, served as part of my motivation to
write
The Christmas Tree Keeper. To
be on the other side of the shelf, so to speak, and do my part to bring a story
to life. I drew on childhood memories of Christmas and trees and miracles and
began to wonder
what if. As I wrote
and researched and wrote some more, I wondered if my story would ever be able
to find its way into a reader’s life—a reader’s heart, even.
Well, I woke up to a new review for The Christmas Tree Keeper a few weeks ago, written by someone I do
not know, and do not expect to be able to meet. She was from Massachusetts
(where the book is set) and had previously worked on a Christmas Tree Lot (like
the Shafer Tree Farm) and had even
made wreaths. At that point in her review I thought a real-life Mrs. Shaw had
found my book and enjoyed it!
How did she find my book?
I didn’t know. But then again, I did.
In my mind’s eye I felt like I could see the closing of the
circuit, if you will, where a reader just found what she was looking for, what
she needed.
And this is why I love the craft. For readers and writers, how the book magic comes full circle. For writers to collaborate with the stories that beg to be told, to give it their best effort and make their offering to the readers who are waiting to do
their part—the discovering, the enjoying. And for readers to share what they're reading. The world changes, one book at a time.
Happy reading!
Leave a comment with what your reading (or hope to read) this holiday like I've done in previous summers, I'll put together the list in another post.
