Today is one of my good days. (At least from my perspective!) Check out my personal blog for another "L" blog post.
LOVE tends to be a theme I write about a lot in my fiction, even my mysteries. It's also a theme in a lot of the books I read, even mysteries and crime fiction:
- Who loves who,
- Who doesn't love who,
- How people and pets love each other,
- Why one person loves another person,
- How a lack of love makes people behave,
- How an overabundance of love makes people behave,
- How people kid themselves into believing they don't want, or need love,
- How people think they can't live without love,
- How people manage to live without, or after the loss of, love,
- What motivates people to do all manner of things in the name of love.
Why is love so darned important to us?
- Do we feel more valuable, or important, if someone loves us?
- Do we measure our worth based on who loves us?
- Is receiving "bad" love better than receiving no love at all?
- Why is romantic love viewed by so many people as being the ultimate in love--i.e., more "important" than the love of, let's say, our dogs?
I guess I don't have many answers. Do you?