A walk

I took a walk this evening with the Roomie (my roommate who henceforth will be referred to as such in this blog) and ended up at a bookstore. Now, bookstores are supposed to be quiet and comfy but when there's a sale you get tumbled piles of books, people bumping into each other, harrassed staff and noise, lots of it. I used to love libraries and so automatically go quiet whenever I'm around books.

I wonder about the story of the authors though. Does the story of the author play any part in the book? I used to think not but then again, nobody writes in a vaccum. Every author however divorced from reality leaves something of themselves in their book. I wonder if Nora Roberts would have published more than a hundred books if her Catholic education hadn't instilled in her a sense of discipline? Or if her Irish background didn't contribute to the recurring theme of magic in many of her books? Supposedly, Stephen King witnessed his friend being struck and killed by a train as a child and this could be the reason for his dark, horror-filled creations. And most famously, Herman Melville, the author of Moby Dick, used to beat his wife. Maybe that's why all the characters in the book are male.