On one occasion a literature teacher said that if someone felt identified with a character from a novel, he had to be crazy, because the characters are fictional and could not be compared to real life.
Throughout my life I have learned to value each novel read, although it is true I do not fully identify with any character I have "fond" with each work for being part of certain stages of my existence.
From the novel of Ernest Hemingway: Paris was a party, where Hemingway reports having lived in poverty, with the money counted for each day and when there were times when he preferred not to eat so as not to mortify his wife. He lived poor, however he describes this stage as the happiest. Hemingway uses the narrative with a slow pace and I would say that taking pleasure in it is very detailed, so specific that you can taste the food and smell the atmosphere you breathed.
In Hemingway I found myself newly married, with a home just under construction and with everything that takes to join that new life.
At some point I found a novel that I read for being fashionable: The cabin, by WM Paul Young. The author makes a story of an encounter with God after suffering the loss of a daughter, an innocent girl who suffered until she died. In this book I found someone who decides to ask God the questions that most people have ever asked: Why did it happen? Where were you when that happened? In the story the author makes an internal trip where he finds answers to his questions. I was about to give up reading because I seemed too fanciful when I live a circumstance that divides my life into a before and after. I do not want to say with this that the novel has been to my liking for having lived that fact, only that it was an episode that I lived and I will remember next to that reading.
But since not everything can be sadness and difficulty, I have also enjoyed the mischievousness of Angeles Mastreta, with Lust Me Life, the recipes of Like water for chocolate by Laura Esquivel, that although his second part left much to be desired, I am left with that first book, where he thoroughly describes the soul of a kitchen, smells, parties, getting passionate about a recipe.
I have to make special mention to Isabel Allende, I have felt it in his novels as an intimate talk, as if it were my grandmother or my mother telling me family stories.
This is and has been enough reason to read and continue reading, find yourself in a book and if that is why you have a little madness, how nice to be crazy!