Over the past few days, I’ve been pondering something deep.
Okay, okay, not deep at all, but it is FUN! Here’s a little question to start your day:
Other than being fantastic? Uh, not much.
Except for this: they’ve all inspired me in unusual ways the authors probably didn’t intend. That’s not to say I wasn’t blown away in the usual ways — I was, for sure. But…let me explain.
I don’t know about you, but when I try to think of books that have inspired me, what comes to mind are the thought-provoking ones, the ones with vivid settings and characters, the epic ones. I think about books that are seamlessly woven, rich in detail. The Hunger Games trilogy definitely fell into this category, and so far I’m loving Firelight.
What I don’t tend to think about are all the books that have affected me in much, much smaller ways. Extraordinarily mundane ways. The books I mentioned also fall into this category.
Even in early elementary school, books affected me. I loved The Baby-Sitters Club series, and started reading it when I was about seven years old. Those books taught me more than I give them credit for, more than I can write about right now. One major thing comes to mind, though: family vacations, and how I sort of knew what to expect because I had read about those places.
The baby-sitters visited New York City, California, Disney World, and went on a cruise. When it was time for family vacations to those spots, I was, like, Little Miss Tour Guide. I knew that New York was busy and full of culture (and I knew where to find said culture), and that California was sunny, beachy, and laid-back. I knew that we just had to ride Space Mountain and Splash Mountain when we visited Disney World. Even last month, when we were on the cruise (and when riding Mountains Space and Splash), I found myself thinking about those books.
Clunky transition to Katniss Everdeen. What does she have to do with anything? You may laugh at me here, but I don’t care.
I want to take up archery.
Not just in a what-if-we-someday-have-to-hunt-and-kill-our-own-food-like-Katniss?! sort of way (though, admittedly, that is part of it). I just think it would be really awesome to do some target practice with a bow and arrow. To be able to consistently shoot a bullseye.
I’ve already warned my dad, and plan to warn my brother-in-law: they’re so teaching me how to shoot like the Mockingjay next time I visit the ranch. Watch out, squirrels. I won’t be aiming for you, but that is irrelevant. You will want to avoid me until I’m awesome.
Transition clunkily with me once again to Sophie Jordan’s Firelight. I’m still reading it (and it is GOOD), but take a look at that cover. One question: is that lip gloss not gorgeous?!
I now own it. Or, at least, one that looks exactly like it. It’s Sonia Kashuk No. 60 (called “Precious”), and it is fantastic. That beautiful cover kept staring at me. I had to have it. I gave in. And I don’t regret it. (Side note: given its magnetic allure, perhaps I will start referring to it as “My Precious.” Hmm…)
All this to say: never underestimate the power of books. They can shift your world-view, and they can make you buy lip gloss.
Have you ever been inspired to do or buy anything unusual based on a book you read? If not, surely you’ve been inspired in the meaningful traditional way by a book or two. Which books have inspired you, and in what ways?
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, this post was 100% inspired by the lip gloss.