Ever since I read A Tale of Two Cities in junior high school, I've had a thing for Bastille Day. I'm not sure why.
I don't know what would be involved in celebrating it. Should I be eating croissants? French fries? Fromage? I'm drinking eau, if that counts for anything other than my 8 glasses a day.
I don't honestly know much more about Bastille Day than I read in the book, which I realize was not non-fiction.
Speaking of which, isn't non-fiction a weird term? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't we describe books that aren't 'real' as 'non-real', rather than by defining 'reality' by what it isn't?