Books have always been better friends to me than actual people. They show up when needed, are not usually judgmental but don’t mince words, and often somehow have the right thing to say for a particular moment. Friends seem to fill a particular segment in time in my life, then vanish into the night or slow fade like fabric too long in the sun.
Nevertheless, I still seem to be required to line up a row of bestest friends for display at this impending public commitment of my affections to the co-conspirator, and aside from my sister, required by blood to stand by my side, I have no one quite right to stand with me.
A shame, it is, it can’t be characters sprung to life in 3 dimensions, color coordinated and sweet and wise. But if it could, whom would I choose? This is still difficult, having read some of my favorite books so long ago but here’s an attempt:
- Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice, for her wit and humor.
- Meg Carpenter, from Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas, for her creative overthinking and meandering, insightful observations
- Larry, an old, dear friend from The Razor’s Edge, by Somerset Maugham, which I haven’t read in years so perhaps I’m romanticizing a bit, for the comfort of an old friend.
- And maybe Hermione, from Harry Potter (although I’ve only read the first three) for her knowledgeable reliability, and to keep us all on task.
Which characters would you prefer to know in your own life?