I am reading Ready Player One and having a very visceral reaction to the story. On one hand, it is making me so sad. Like so so so sad. Like deeply, unspeakably sad. I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re wondering why I don’t put the book down. I mean, who would keep reading something that is clearly making them weepy?
Because it is also making me feel as if I’m walking into a sweatshirt-soft hug. Like I’m being held and rocked. I can’t stop smiling as I’m reading it.
I guess because it is reminding me of everything from childhood, and, frankly, from now since I haven’t really moved on from my childhood loves. I still wake up early every Saturday morning to play video games. And I listen to the same music I listened to in high school and still wear the same clothes. So not a lot has changed. But, you know, everything has changed.
I was reading in Mental Floss about bibliotherapy,
Patients fill out a questionnaire about their reading habits and issues they might be having, and get a prescription for something that speaks to their specific set of circumstances.
Oh yes, yes, that sounds perfect. I mean, I don’t always go for book recommendations when the person doesn’t know my reading tastes, but I definitely believe that books get us in a different mood. Ready Player One is a case in point. It is changing my mood as I read it. Bringing me down while making me unbelievably happy; like how I felt when I finally met up with other people who played interactive fiction games. Where were these people when I was a kid playing alone? It makes me sad I didn’t find them until now, but it makes me unbelievably happy that I found them at all. Sort of like this book.
What was the last book that changed your mood?
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