One of the reasons I like big books is that I get more for my money. Sorry, but I’m just not a big fan of jumping right into the actions kind of books. It reminds me too much of the movies who open up with a whirlwind of violence for no apparent reason. I know movies have an allotted time to tell their story where as books do not. Well, not in a per minute sense as films do.
I want a back story. I want to know about the character(s). Who are they? What’s the reason for their actions?
Now, if you are one of those people who can’t read beyond 9 to 10 pages before a story hook you then I suggest do not pick up a big book like War and Peace for you are going to be reading at least a 100 pages, before you get to the war action. You’ll be getting to know who is and it has over 25 characters to keep straight and you can not keep up with two or three or can’t follow the shift of timelines then you’ll be so lost you will lose interest in the book.
Massive books might be a challenge for people to read, but they allow you to dive into the deepest parts of someone else’s creativity. Some believe you dive into the author’s mind. But I disagree. You get to see their creativity in further depths not the personal aspect of their brain working.
Anyway, that’s a whole another topic.
I like massive books. Books so big, they’re like concrete blocks, you could drown yourself in a pool with them if you’re not careful.These books catch and sequester my brain for such a long time that I start to feel bad that I love them more than shorter stories.
When most people go on beach trips, they usually bring along mystery or romance novel. Me? I bring something like Bleak House, by Charles Dickens (1853, 960 pp.) with me.
Why? Because it’s like 900-and-some pages. Dense as enough to keep me reading for hours. Then I take notes as I lay on the beach while my family have fun. Sometimes I even bring my laptop to do research. My husband used to tells me to stop it and notice the kids. I would say. “You watch them. I watch them 362 days a year.”
Here’s the thing about big books: they’re almost always amazing. No editor or publisher in their right mind would allow 800-1,000 pages of dung get published.
Everyone knows that if a 800-1,000-page book has even survived the chopping block to see the light of day in the first place, that means it’s probably something special. Well, I have read a few that wasn’t so good.
Reading is like visiting another person’s home and their inviting you inside to entertain you for a long while. Share the creativity corner of their mind. A short story, novella or online article is like a short stay. You come in, have a cup of tea or coffee, talk about the weather or other nonchalant issues, and then move on.
With big books, you’re not just visiting the author’s abode and creativity nook, you’re entering into a romantic relationship with their creations. You’re having a love affair with their characters, enjoying quiet evenings in the park with their creativity, staying up late crying and listening to all of the fears and guilt and joys and bliss as they pour out of their creativity on pages. It’s the most perfect form of intimacy between two people who have never met and will never meet. You don’t get this with watching a movie.
Now, I’m not saying every single big book will do this to you. But many will. If you deep dive into them long enough to get an understanding of the author’s style of writing, they’ll reorient the way you think and feel about many things in this world, and in cases you’ll come out of them better for it.
Remember authors who write big books are defying the modern trend of instant gratitude.
Here are a list of some of the big books that have made great reads.