Are you a person who notices coincidence? I am. In fact I just can’t stop noticing patterns and coincidences everywhere in this strange, beautiful world. In this post I’ll focus on my favorite correlations: those I find in reading and writing.
I have a literal pile of books in my home; these were bought for $1 at the library, or given to me, or bought for myself – at full price (gasp!). I also cruise the library weekly and borrow any book I can’t resist. This is all in addition to a virtual pile of books on my Kindle.
I read in a promiscuous manner – anything and everything – fiction, non-fiction, books published this year, books published twenty or fifty years ago. I typically read two books at a time, setting myself up with fiction/nonfiction, or a horror/comedy, etc. My reading choices are most often random and blind (as in I heard this book was good but that’s all I remember about it), so when coincidences jump out at me from the books the only explanation I can come up with is that the universe is telling me something. Something that I haven’t yet been able to decipher; but something just the same. Here are some examples.
I picked Uni the Unicorn from the library to read to my son at bedtime. I read two each night, and that night, I plucked another book at random from O’s shelf; it was I Wish You More. Both were written by Amy Krause Rosenthal who then died a few days later; a tragic coincidence.
I read Gone Girl set in a small town in Missouri at the same time I read another book set in the same area of that state. Though N. Carthage in GG was a fictional town and I can’t even remember the other book I was reading, this still counts.
I wrote a post on my blog about love at first sight , then started reading Fates & Furies by Lauren Groff. Love at first sight (or is it?), New York, the art world. The very next book I picked up was Tuesday Nights in 1980 by Molly Prentiss. New York, the art world, synesthesia. I myself have synesthesia and have sort of written about it it on this blog. Closed circle. Also I wonder if Lauren Groff and Molly Prentiss know each other. I feel like they should be friends based on those two books.
I read The Girls by Emma Cline, which is roughly about a girl who joins a cult in 1969. The girls in the cult go on to murder people in a celebrity’s home. The day after I finished this one, Charles Manson died. I mean, come on!
I read Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. The aunts have a cat named Magpie, who lives for an abnormal amount of years. Immediately after this book, I read Promise Not To Tell by Jennifer McMahon and a main character in that story has a cat named Magpie, but he gets his throat sliced.
In the fiction chapter book I’m writing: I write about a magical oasis and an Oasis song comes on while I’m writing that part. Thank you for the sign, universe. I write a short story about a person who eulogizes others for a living: the Sia song Breathe Me comes on. (Now bear with me here) this song was the last thing to be seen and heard on the late great series Six Feet Under (binge it NOW if you’ve somehow missed this in your life). Six Feet Under was about death. You can’t eulogize someone unless they are dead. Bingo, universe, why yes I’ll keep writing!
It must mean something right? Or does it just mean that I get really excited about coincidences that no one else would even bother to notice? Does this happen to you?