Last year, a tiny handful of my speech team traveled to the Cities for state speech. We stayed in a hotel with the Adrian speechies where we were blessed with a late night reading of a ridiculous picture book on pants.
This pants book has become a running joke between several of our members. Much to their dismay, nobody can remember the name of the book.
Sadly, some of my very favorite books from my childhood have suffered this same fate. In my mind, they were great books. Fabulous. Everything a fantastic story should be.
Being out of print may say otherwise, but that doesn’t change my childhood mind. Those books were great.
So, what makes literature GREAT? In my mind:
- Character connection. If I don’t click with the character, there’s no point in reading. But clicking doesn’t mean loving. It simply means that I care enough about the character to invest my time in his/her life.
- Relevance to my life. Can the story cross the time in which it was written and still matter on a gut level? White Fang, for instance…
- Some sort of social or moral commentary. Will a book change me, or at least get me thinking? That’s a keystone for great literature.
This might not be the list others use to determine the greatness of novels littering bookstores and classrooms across America, but it works for me. If a story doesn’t move me in some way, it cannot make the Great Literature bookshelf in my mind.
What characteristics must a novel have to make your great literature list? Why?
Curious minds want to know.
Oh yeah, and the pants book: if you have ever read a book about a dude whose wife made him pants and everyone wanted to touch them because they were so awesome, please pass along the title. They would love to find a copy of this pantalicious story.
P.S. Because I somehow missed E and F: E is for EEP, as in shoot, I missed Friday. And for the fact that as a writer for kids, I often make up words. Some people like them, some people hate them. I personally think they can be fun and give a little character flair.
F is for family and all the freakin’ awesome support they give me. They rule my world. Thanks so much for letting me write while the dust bunnies run free.