From my point of view, every writer is essentially a total self-centered big phony. It is critical to move from ideas such as this one. It seems like a shameful plug for an aspiring author to magnify his dark life through a bunch of nonfictional characters to gain validity which it never contained. If a writer cannot help writing about himself and the episodes of his life, then should he deliberately force the reader to give value to it? Essentially, giving life to the great sham known as literature is valued. During my first disorganized childhood readings, I could easily insert myself into other times, places and people. From some books I was able to identify with characters such as the following: a black child from the Atlantic coast of my country forced to live such a peculiar odyssey because of my love to a rose, as well as having a dignified burial in the inaugurated cemetery of Macondo, I assaulted galleons beside cruel pirates, and I crossed almost all of Russia during an eventful journey alongside the mail of the Tsar. Later, I was with the Finch family in a courtroom of the scorching county of Maycomb, and I even attended secret meetings of the Corleone clan, after having eaten breakfast at the
β’ Author: Yendy Araya Quesada, Yendy Araya Quesada
