Why we read fiction?

Why else do we read fiction anyway? Not to be impressed by somebody’s dazzling language I hope…  I think that most of us read these stories what we know are not “true” because we are hungry for another kind of truth: The mythic truth about human nature in general, the particular truth about  those life-communities that define our own identity, and the most specific truth of all: our own self-story. Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about ourselves.

Orson Scott Card, introduction to “Ender’s Game”


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