Now I've read a lot of science fiction and fantasy books in my life. I grew up reading them, and I hope I die with one of them in my hand. Or at least on a nearby table. In these many, many books, I've been introduced to a multitude of different worlds and cultures. Some are very similar to the world I live in, some definitely are not. So what does it say about me that I can imagine a place for myself somewhere in pretty much all of the worlds I've discovered so far in that genre, but whenever I read certain chick lit books by authors such as Jill Mansell and Katie Fforde, I'm left feeling like a member of a completely different species, having come from a completely different universe?
I don't often read in that genre, but occasionally, I'll see a description of one of those books, and the suspense nags at me until I want to pick it up. I know that the female will end up with the right male eventually, but the blurb always makes me wonder just what torturous roads they will have to travel in order to get together. By the end, however, I feel so mind-bogglingly different from the characters in the book that I might as well be an alien.
Sometimes I wish I were an alien, then at least I'd have an excuse.
Now, back to the real fantasy books!