About a week ago I had the opportunity to join a book club for their final meeting to discuss Heaven's Forgotten. This was awesome. And trippy.
I think it was because I was talking with several people I don't know, people I've never met before, and they're all intimately familiar with characters that, up until a few months ago, had only ever existed in my head. Hearing their insights into these characters--these people--was something like an out-of-body experience.
And the perspectives they had on the characters and the plot blew my mind, as well. Some things that I thought no one but me would appreciate were actually widely understood and accepted. Not sure if that means I don't have much faith in people, or if I'm too self-effacing and assume I'm not likely to be understood because I don't communicate as well as I want. They even found meaning in some things that I didn't intend, which I think shows the fluidity of art in general. The reader brings a lot of him- or herself to the book.
It was a great experience, and I hope I get the chance to do it again soon. Plus, the food was excellent.