You didn't study abroad, and thereby learn the specific dialect common to people of that special place. You didn't make your characters as three-dimensional. You didn't think up that believable but out-of-left-field plot twist. Whatever the reason, those great big epics, whether they're good or bad, reveal to you all the ways that your own writing isn't really all that good. Or maybe you do it because somebody loaned you the book and insisted that you'd love it.
Maybe you read them thinking there's some great answer in the book, a way of coping with the fact that sometimes life sucks and there isn't anything you can do about it. Sometimes, as a grown up, you feel the need to read great-big ponderous books, generally referred to as "epics." Maybe you read them to prove a point, that you can. So tell me whatever long-winded thing you dragged me in here to tell me. If you aren't careful, halfwit, I'm going to punch you in the face. So what the devil are you doing reading a book that was written for someone a quarter of your age?
And thanks so much for putting that out there.
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