Saturday, September 10, 2011
On Getting Personal
Sure, my readers don't know where I live or where I went to high school, but I’ve shared a lot of things that are more personal with them. I can completely relate to Emma Bovary’s longing for a more magical life, and the people who read my posts know that. They know that I love Pride and Prejudice, and would probably maul Mr. Darcy given the chance. My readers know my innermost thoughts, and how I tick. For me, those things are more personal than knowing mere facts.
Maybe getting personal is just unavoidable. Yes, we’re blogging about books and not our personal lives, but, somewhere along the way, our posts about books and our personalities become inseparable. Since I raved about particular scenes in The Age of Innocence, you might be able to tell that I’m a romantic/complete sap. That’s me, though, and, no matter how much I hold back on “personal facts,” the real me is going to come out sooner or later.
So, do you think I’m insane, or is it okay to get personal? Also, how personal is too personal? And, yes, I find that sentence confusing too.