Remember dating? I’m old (31), and I’ve been married for a long time (10 years!), but I still remember dating. You’d get all ready, try to look nice, wait at the door (or go pick the person up and stand at the door waiting for them to open it). And waiting for that door to open, whichever side you were on, you’d wonder how things were going to go. Was this going to be “the one”?
I don’t necessarily mean “the one” as in “the one you’re going to spend the rest of your life with” (although that is certainly something that I can and did think). Often it was just a blank question…”Are you the one…” and almost anything could go in those blanks: Are you the one who will make me laugh so hard I cry? Are you the one who will give me a compliment so kind and genuine that I will think about it years later, when neither of us know where the other is? Are you the one who will make me forget about that other one?
You try not to think: Are you the one who will break my heart? or Are you the one who will make so many clever–to you–innuendoes that I start keeping a tally and thinking about how at least this date will be a funny conversation for later? You try to have hope. That’s why you keep opening (or knocking on) that door when you’re dating.
So. I’m certainly not the first person to use the dating/reading analogy. But this is how I feel about a new book. I always hope it’s going to be “the one.” I don’t know what one. The one I read until the pages are worn and tired, although the story never will be. The one I like so much I don’t ever read again in later years, for fear I will find it different now that I am different. The one that is just decadent and fun to read. The one that makes me laugh when I needed it. The one that makes me want to write. The one that makes my child smile.
So, happy holidays to everyone out there in readerland. May there be books in your future, and may you find “the one” too.
There were some great questions in the comments–which I promise to answer in one of my posts in January. Thanks for asking them. I feel so fancy having actual questions to answer.