My favorite books are all fantasy, ranging from the magical twist of twilight to the full on new world of Eragon. There are many reasons why I love it, but to narrow it down to my choice few, they are…
1. My life is no adventure, actually it’s quite boring. When I read fantasy, I transport to a whole new world where nothing is real or believable, the way I like it. I like not being able to relate to my books, not being able to say “that brings back old memories of when I traveled through middle earth with Thorin and Gandalf.”
It’s fine that I don’t think, ” HaHa, I reacted just like that when I fought my first dragon!” Because even though I haven’t done these things and can’t relate like I might be able to in other books, I don’t care. I feel like I’m there doing those things with the character, I feel like I’m watching Cedric Digory die through Harry’s eyes or skipping down the yellow brick road wearing Dorothy’s ruby slippers.
I still get all the emotion, sometimes even in a stronger form than if I had done it myself.
2. The fact that nothing in these fantasy books is something I’ve done makes me enjoy them more. In other books, I tend to skip over words because I know how it feels to sit in a cafeteria in school or go to the mall for a new outfit. But since I don’t know what it’s like to fight a goblin or sit in the presence of a king, I tend to hang onto every word, not wanting to miss a detail.
There really is no way to fully describe the joy I get when I pick up a fantasy book, even if I’ve read it 4,000 times, but I’ve done the best I can. Another genre just won’t do it for me anymore. While I still enjoy realistic fiction and Sci Fi, my heart will always be in Forks, Hogwarts, half-Blood Hill, Capricorn’s Village, The Emerald City, Farten-Dur, Middle Earth, and the thousands I have forgotten to name or have yet to visit.