EXPLAINING MYSELF


This is the most mind-boggling thing for the reader, and if I am honest, for myself. Just imagine a book, me, could read its readers. I have no idea how it happens, and it is beyond me to imagine why it does.
It has been said that I am like the 'invisible' villain in a crime story. The postman or the waiter who is taken for granted and who can see what is happening but remains unseen.
I am the fly on the wall, the butler looking through a keyhole. I must emphasise that I am an observer, not a voyeur.
I am a book, yes, a simple book and as I said already, without the ability to see and feel thoughts, emotions and intentions.
Please laugh at some, cry at others but above all be entertained by a different perspective on the lives of others.
I am not a gossip. I enjoy telling tales like the old storytellers in the past who would sit around fires and fascinate the audience.
Some of my tales are perhaps funny, others sometimes sad. Most of all they are to meant to provoke your thoughts and emotions as they reflect what I have gathered from the previous consumers of my observations in my other books.
We all like to know the distasteful secrets of others but it can be difficult to get them at first hand. Yet, something seemingly detached and innocent can be the receptacle and the exposer of those hidden truths about lies. Most of us will know that with other people we hear the stories they want to share but not the ones they want to forget.
Your story is hidden but, for others their tales are an open book for all to see. I will tell you a great deal, including how I, a mere book, killed a person. And there are stories about gender changes, criminals, cheats and lovers, to one about a man who tricked his way into a care home, fell in love and got thrown out. These are just an introduction to lots and lots of a huge variety of short stories.
So, in this book there are light and dark thoughts and many hues in between. I will tell you more later.