Last week, I shared something that drives me crazy when I read, this week it’s something that makes me go, “hmmmm…”
Boys in books always smell like wood.
Not generally like the wood, but usually cedar or pine or something really specific. This raises a lot of questions for me. Do boys go into the forest every morning to roll around in leaves or do all brands of cologne just start with a wood base? Is there a special class book heroines take in order to properly identify the smell of different trees? Is this the secret behind instalove? (“This one smells like cedar. Finally. My true love, at last.”)
Sometimes, this makes sense, especially when the characters live in the forest. Or, as in Stephanie Perkin’s story in My True Love Gave To Me, the boy comes from a family of Christmas tree sellers. Finally, an author able to provide a decent answer for a question that plagues my reading.
When I asked twitter, someone suggested it was a metaphor.