A day like yesterday teaches me the importance of fluffy fiction. Sometimes the world is hard, dark, unfair, and full of grief. This is when people need to have a break and go somewhere else. I saw The Hobbit yesterday. I snuggled my kids and watched the Wizard of Oz. They’d never seen it before and were surprised that they knew most of the songs and stories without ever having seen the film. In the evening Howard and I watched Men in Black III. Good guys win. Bad guys lose. Small and ordinary things are able to keep great evil at bay. Gandalf gives a speech about it. For the space of the film the world is how we all would like it to be instead of being massively unfair. Escape is temporary, yet the reprieve is valuable. It gives me space to believe and hope again. I am so grateful to the creators of happy fiction.
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I came home from work and hugged my kids. I cried when I read the news. Then we shut the world out for a while. My husband and I watched The Amazing Spiderman last night. We loved it. It was the right time to believe in heroes. It gave me the space I needed to believe in good stuff again.