For me reading a writer’s work I sometimes can relate to a character there’s a commonality, but I often find the result wasn’t the same as my own experience. This discovery makes me reassess my decisions and make changes or give me ideas on how to better handle if I’m placed in the same position a second time. Sometimes books choose its readers, and its words are burden with the spirit to uplift or enlighten, maybe educate or merely to trigger memories of forgotten happiness. This is its purpose.
