A friend on Twitter — who am I kidding; she’s a sitcom writer that I follow — tweeted one night that she couldn’t sleep. Instead, she was writing down the names of movie characters that she wished were real so that they could be her friends.
(That’s the kind of thing TV writers do. It no doubt spawns great ideas for story lines the next day.)
So, I started thinking — what characters from fiction do I wish were real? And immediately, my favorite book of all time popped into my head:
A Prayer for Owen Meany
Owen is real to me. I can hear his damaged voice. I can see his small, misshapen body. I can feel his isolation from his frightened family and the immense guilt he carries every day after the freakish accident that kills his best friend’s mother.
I first read A Prayer for Owen Meany at a time when I desperately needed to believe that things in life happen for a reason. Owen helped me not only to believe, but to accept the very hardest things — things I wasn’t sure at the time that I could survive.
I may not need Owen as much today, but I still want him around. He’s one of my best friends.
Okay, back to Twitter. Need to see what my pseudo-friend is yapping about today.