When I blog, I am normally fueled by an emotion. Usually, the emotions are pride, humor, sadness, curiosity and anger. When I decide how I am going to present my thoughts or story I use either heartfelt emotions if I am proud or sad, and irony or sarcasm if it’s humor or anger. Curiosity I just pepper you with questions. These are my MO’s so to speak…you’re always getting me- but which “me” depends on how I am feeling.
I have been laying in bed staring at the ceiling for the past hour, because I am not sure how to write about my idea for today. It’s not pride or humor. It’s not really sadness or anger. I guess it’s more confusion. I am just not sure why this particular thing bothers me so much…
So here goes an entirely new writing emotion for me: confusion
I recently read “The House in the Cerulean Sea” by TJ Klune. Those who know me know that I LOVED this book. I thought it was a brilliant description of love is love and acceptance is necessary and powerful. I imagine a world where this book will be in my top ten of the year, most probably in the first spot.
So you get how much I love the book.
I usually read e copies of books, so I don’t pay too much attention to the covers of books. And if I am looking at a cover, it’s more for the “feel” of the novel. Rarely do I read the one liner blurbs that are scattered on book covers- I find them distracting. However, when I was in a book store I happened to actually look at the cover of Cerulean…
On the top right corner of the book stood the words-
A big gay love story
And here’s my thing: Why don’t we just say “A big love story”? Isn’t it enough that it’s a great love story?
Does it really matter that it’s a gay love story?
Shouldn’t we just be celebrating love?
Why does it matter if it’s gay or straight?
It’s a beautiful, heart felt book that I think everyone should read. Period. I have rarely felt the love and the humanity that this book displays.
It is almost perfect.
Does it need a disclaimer?
So I guess I’m confused about what I see as a marketing ploy. I think it does this gorgeous novel a disservice.
After all, love is love…