By Sharon Ewing
I’ve always been an avid reader beginning with picture
books, illustrated classics, fairy tales, and even textbooks. As a youth I read
compulsively, even the cereal boxes we sat on the breakfast table before
school. I wasn’t exactly a
discriminating reader. My sister looked at me as though I’d lost my mind when I
told her, as we walked to school, how excited I was to get my new textbooks. I
just loved words. I loved learning about anything new. In my teen years, dad and I would walk to the
library and lug home an armload of books. I never thought about how a story was
put together, or much about the person behind the words.
I’ve always liked books with tons of detail and words
I’d never encountered. I’ve poured over Hawthorne, Cooper, Michener, Tolstoy
and reveled in their marathon-like sentences, using punctuation I knew I could
never hope to imitate. I sat many
summers with my head in books required for the next year. I could choose a few. I read them all.
I continue to be
a lover of detail and vocabulary, but now have a deeper understanding of the
beauty of simple concise sentences as well. I understand better the need for
sentence variety. Through new reading choices, I’ve developed an appreciation
for different styles.
Now I’m not so much a compulsive reader. I’m much more
likely to discard a book when the plot lags, the characters need a transfusion
or the dialogue becomes redundant.
Before my transition from reader to writer, I often felt guilty when I
didn’t finish a book. If someone had
asked me why I didn’t like the book, I would have likely have said that it had
become boring; I’d lost interest. Now
when I discard a book or a story, I can usually detail the reason.
I still carve time out of my day to read and enjoy many
different genres, but I observe my story more, as I read. I have found authors
who can satisfy my love of place through poetic description but also move the
story and the reader more through action scenes and dialogue. I’ve studied
their economy of words, and my writing has changed because of these stories.
I believe we all go through an evolution of reading
styles and genres from cradle to grave.
But I don’t think I’d ever have become as engrossed in analyzing the
elements of a great story along the way if I hadn’t chosen to try my hand at
constructing my own stories. We can
never know, as we chose a path to explore, what lies ahead. My adventure has just begun.