As a writer, I think that is the best feedback I could possibly hope for from a reader, fellow writer, or anyone else. It took me over a decade to write Max and Menna. I actually do not consider the genre or tone of the book to be in line with my typical style as a writer, but I stuck with it and had to write it because it was a story that I could not shake. The idea that I was able to convey a story that haunted me for a decade in such a way that it stays with people beyond the last page is... well, I love it. That more than any royalty check or sales rank proves to me that I need to keep sitting here and banging away at my laptop weekend after weekend.
I have to give props, though, to so many writers who created books that stayed with me and propelled me forward with my writing, and there are too many to name. However, I have selected the following list, which interests me because of its variety. Some of these books stayed with me because of their beauty, and others because of their depravity. For some, the words linger with me because of the skill of the prose, while some just tell stories too enticing to forget. In no particular order, here is my very abridged hit list of books that took days to leave me:
- Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card (I've written about this one and why a whole lot)
- The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
- The Color of Night by Madison Smartt Bell
- World War Z by Max Brooks
- IT by Stephen King
- Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson
- Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Flight by Sherman Alexie
- Going Bovine by Libba Bray