I was watching the World Book Night programmes on BBC2 the other night and I started thinking that our obsession with books and stories is a bit… odd. I mean, it’s wonderful, obviously, but isn’t it strange that so much time and money and passion and discussion is expended on stories made up in people’s heads?
It made me think about people I’ve known in the past who’ve only read non-fiction because they’re not interested in “made up stories”. And then it made me think about Harry who, when I tell him a story that he thinks is funny or interesting in some way, will ask me to tell him over and over again.
So I just wanted to ask a quick question: why do you read fiction? What’s the fascination with stories made up in strangers’ heads?!