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Boys in our Books Friday Question of the Week is the CONVERSATION of the WEEK!
This week, Sheri, has shared a bit of what’s been on her heart lately about the books we read. Join in on the conversation…
It’s seems dramatic to say, but it’s the honest-to-goodness truth….
Two years ago, a book changed my life.
I was shown a whole new piece of the romance lit world and in turn, a beautiful community. The first year I was consumed with soaking up as many books as I could. Head down, keeping to the quiet side of things, I just wanted to read. As I’ve said before, I never had any intention to cross that imaginary line between passive reader and active reader. I tried to distance myself from the face on the back of the cover (remember those days?) and focus on the story and the story alone.
Well, during the past year things evolved and I found myself drawn behind the curtain. Somewhere along the way, I claimed a spot in the m/m community whether I had intended to or not. There are times when it’s not what I bargained for and wish I could slip discretely back to the shadows once more. But would I change it?
Not a chance.
I am forever grateful for the countless gifts I’ve been blessed with. Not only have I scored great friends, but I have gained sisters. I plan to travel the world with them. We will never part and will protect and love each other until we rely on audio books or extra large print. I’ve gained teammates and dear friends that I will cherish forever. AND I have gained a passion for fight I never thought I would partake in.
Suddenly, it wasn’t just about the books anymore.
It was about the love inside the books. It was about love that should be celebrated.
I found myself drawn to particular authors. I realized it does matter to me who happens to be penning the tale. I want to support and highlight the men and women that I respect. Some people think you should separate your feelings from the master and their masterpiece.
I can’t do this.
I have joined the fans of the authors that I admire and value what they have to say outside of the book. Yet, I don’t think I am alone in this. Readers love authors for more than their stories. This is another reason I am glad I am not an author! The pressure, the thick skin, the criticism. I gotta give them props.
I have found that if I am attracted to an author’s voice, I might seek them out elsewhere. It’s difficult to keep things from getting personal because readers tend to thrive on doing exactly that. And yet, I can’t say that I’m upset that I ventured into this delicate area.
If I didn’t let things get ‘personal’ I would have missed out on opportunities to help. I might not have turned over my holiday bonus last year to a youcare fund. I might not collect and buy basic dental needs to send to lgbt teens that don’t have a toothbrush. I might have missed out on helping organizations that desperately need help. I’ve always liked to help. I consider myself fortunate for the quiet but blessed life I live. But I never helped polish the rainbow. Now I do. The path was shown and lit for me by authors, authors that I have great respect for and will continue to cheer for their success.
I’ve changed. I may be a straight woman, but I have a rainbow patch on my heart. I will raise my daughter to know and accept that all love is to be celebrated. It’s more than the books now. It matters to me whose face is behind the books. It matters to me who they are and what they say.
Does it matter to you?