Books make me happy in a way that may confuse many people. It's a kind of obsessive, craving love that would be unhealthy if it were directed at a human.
I am on Facebook often. Social media is part and parcel of being an author (The Travelers, Saguaro Books). You have to stay connected. Some parts of social media I enjoy more than others. Honestly, I find the Facebook part mostly taxing. So what does this have to do with metaphors? It's kind of a strange leap. But here it goes...
You see that big, glistening, juicy-looking bird? I can’t eat that. You see that stuffing? I can’t eat that either. That pie? Nope. So, how does a gluten free vegetarian (technically pescatarian as I will eat seafood, but try to limit it) survive Thanksgiving then, you ask? It's all about the side dishes and remembering why I did this to myself in the first place.
Did you know a study indicated that if everyone became a vegetarian we could solve world hunger? Kind of interesting, huh? OK, calm yourselves meat-lovers, I’m not trying to take away your turkey right before Thanksgiving and the thought of Tofurky is unappealing even to me. However, I did find this little tidbit of scientific information compelling. It made me me think about food, hunger, books and reading. I wondered if anyone has ever studied the relationship between food and reading. So, I went searching...
K.L. Kranes 