SECOND PERSON POV

I don't think people talk enough about how powerful second person POV is.

You know those stories written with "I"? It feels like someone is telling you what happened to them. Then there's third person, which I totally love by the way, where you're following the characters around like a quiet observer, watching everything unfold.

But second person? Guyyyy, you're not being told the story, you are the story.

I just started reading "A Broken People Playlist" by Chimeka Garricks, which is a collection of short stories, and the very first one, Lost Stars, is written in second person POV.

Mehn!!! When the male lead died, I actually cried. Not that "this is sad" kind of cry. It genuinely felt like I had lost someone, it was as though the story had borrowed my heart for a few pages and decided to break it before giving it back.

That's the thing with second person POV. It doesn't just invite you into the story, it hands you an identity and says, "Here, this is you now."

So when the character hurts, you hurt, when they grieve, you grieve, their joy somehow becomes yours too.

I can only imagine how difficult it must be to write in second person because if it isn't done well, it can easily feel awkward. But when a writer gets it right? Gold, pure gold.

Then I realized this isn't even the first time I've felt this way. The last book I read, The Thing Around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, also had a story written in second person POV, and I remember feeling that same closeness.

Maybe that's why it stood out to me again, so yes, second person POV is gold, that's one thing I realised today.

Dearest reader, sometimes it's the smallest things that remind you why stories are so beautiful. Not every lesson comes from a grand plot twist. Sometimes it's simply noticing the way a writer strings words together and realizing they made you feel like you belonged inside the pages.

Read good books, pay attention to the little things, you never know what you'll fall in love with next.

Alright byeee.



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