I don’t think anyone would argue too greatly with me when I say, “life is hard.” Between the pressures of succeeding at love, career, family, social ability and personal fulfillment, adulting can keep you feeling as though you’re constantly running a race you don’t completely know the track layout for. That’s why reading is such an incredible diversion. An opportunity to take all of those pressures and shove them aside for a little while. It’s escapism in its simplest form.

And while I do believe that all genres and types of stories have their place, give me a fairytale ending any day. I want the quest to be successful, I want the hero to win, for the lovers to find happiness in each other. Nothing is more satisfying to me than when I reach that last page of a book and the conclusion wraps everything up in a succinct and pleasant manner. If I’m going to have to leave these characters behind and put them back on the shelf I want to feel as though their lives are going to be okay. That I’m walking away at the right moment.

The world can be such a bleak place, any cursory glance at a newsfeed will verify that. So I find I always gravitate to books that are going to fill me all the right kind of feels. Pragmatic reality and hard truths have very little space in my entertainment regime.

Happy Reading and Happy Writing

This flows into my writing as well. My characters struggle, it’s not all puppies, kittens and rainbows for them. Personal growth and conflict create interesting storyline. The journey can be a difficult one, my goal is simply that the end of the journey will be a happy one. One where when I read ‘and they all lived happily ever after, I believe it to be true.

If you want to find out more about Hleo and it’s ending check it out here.

Happy Reading,

Becky