Do you ever get moments of inexplicable anticipation when starting a book or movie? There are times when I get a feeling, right at the beginning of a movie or book, that I’ve found something I’m going to love, this is a story that will strike a cord with me.
I experienced this recently when reading Neil Gaiman’s book “The Ocean at the End of the Lane.” Within a couple of pages something about the style, the imagery, the tone, the voice had me bouncing up in down in my seat. I knew I’d found something special. And I was right. The words sang to me in a way that few books have.
I had a similar experience when watching a movie called “INK.” It’s a low budget, surreal fantasy that portrays some very interesting concept with an artist ingeniousness that can only come from using all your creativity to make due with limited resources. I love that movie. It took a little longer than “The Ocean at the End of the Lane,” I think it was the third scene when I realized that I was going to love this movie.
I’m fascinated by this strange phenomenon. There have been plenty of times I’ve adored a book and not had this feeling. But there are times when a storyteller’s work strikes a deep vein in me from the very beginning and I know there is no way I won’t like this story.
~~Lady of the Pen~~