Fiction, I mean. I get history, or biographies, or philosophy/apologetics, or informational digests on gardening or cooking, but why do you read fiction?
Is it simple escapism and entertainment, craving that vicarious rush of adventure, pitched battle and torrid relationships? Is it a longing for clear purpose and a heroic, happy ending?
The love of language? The rhythms and cadence of quality prose? Admire deft and subtle characterizations? Snappy dialogue? Crave poignant insights into the human condition?
Do you want to be transported to weird and wonderful far off places populated with fantastic mythical creatures? Are you intrigued by the endless possibilities of world-building? From portrayals of cybernetic-enhanced detectives hunting down serial killers in the Nor-East Conurb, to wizened spell masters wielding ancient and puissant magic, does the depth and rich texture of fictional realms draw you in and carry you along for a mind-blowing scenic tour?
Do you ever feel guilty about reading fiction, as if you were “neglecting” reality? Or is your life enriched, informed and expanded?
I’m curious what people look for in a speculative fiction novel, and if they approach one with definite expectations. Thanks.