What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author who wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though. – J. D. Salinger
I feel like this all the time with Stephen King, especially after reading 11/22/63. All the little nods to other books—Christine and It mostly—were awesome to see. I’m dying to meet him and be his best friend. (Reminds me of how my mom always told me that when she was younger she was in love with David Cassidy, and how she always “knew” that if they met he would just love her right off the bat. I am not in love with Stephen King, but I do like to think he’d find me interesting and want to have a conversation with me.)
But really, I feel like this all the time. Mostly with Stephen King, but sometimes with Dean Koontz and even Jane Austen. I feel like I know them through their writing, and they seem awesome and I wish I could be friends with all of them. I want to go back and talk to them about their thought processes as they were writing, and if the way I feel about their characters is the way they intended or if I see something that they hadn’t meant to do. Oh man, I really need to meet Stephen King. Anyone know how I can do that???
What authors do you wish were your friends? Do you ever get the urge to find one and give them a wink and an elbow nudge and say “I see what you did there”?
Thanks to Trish at Desktop Retreat for posting this awesome quotation! 🙂by