Stories are wild creatures, the monster said. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?
Wrapped in my purple duvet, I finished A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness this week.
It had me captivated from the Author's Note:
I felt-and feel-as if I've been handed a baton, like a particularly fine writer has given me her story and said, "Go. Run with it. Make trouble." So that's what I tried to do. Along the way, I had only a single guideline: to write a book I think Siobhan would have liked. No other criteria could really matter.
And now it's time to hand the baton to you. Stories don't end with the writers, however many started the race. Here's what Siobhan and I had come up with. So go. Run with it.
I think that is a lovely idea; make trouble.
Make it with your mind, with your words, with your imagination.
Mine runs wild each day. Usually when I'm sitting alone under an umbrella with a book gripped tightly between my fingers.
But also when I'm enjoying dinner and I realize what is possible in this world. What is possible of me.
I am a feisty pirate who cuts down the forest to find my crew, a King who just wants to save his dragon, a bird-like girl who believes there is much magic in this world and is so determined to be a part of it.
I read and I read and I read, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without stories filling me up when I need them most. What would my life would be like without these wild creatures following me wherever I go. Stories have given me more of this world than anyone else has ever been able to.
They have moved me through life when I worried my feet would never take steps again.
And they have shown me that all some monsters want is to help you be brave.