Sometimes life kicks you in the stomach and then sits on you and pokes you repeatedly in the face.
Those times sucks.
It seems to be human instinct to wallow, at least for a short while, during these times. To lay on the couch eating ice cream by the pint while watching bad daytime soap operas. (I imagine back in the 1700s it was probably more fashionable to spend days on the fainting couch and complain of nerve issues. Before that people, I don’t know, invented poetry or something.)
And we develop coping mechanisms. Movies, games, people, books that we count on to, if not cheer us up, at least make things feel a little better for a little while.
I have a theory. To see if it is true or not, what book do you turn to first when you’re feeling down? How long has this been your go-to book?
My comfort book is The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. I read it first in middle school and have read it so many times since I can quote large swaths of it from memory. (I also have fond thoughts of LOTR which helped me through a rough spot in high school, but it doesn’t lend itself too well to general comfort reading.)