The past 24 hours, I’ve been devouring EL James’s Fifty Shades of Grey, a book that was recommended to me by a reader whose opinion I respect. One of the reasons I thought I’d like it is that even though it is an erotic BDSM book, its characters have issues. Like, serious issues.

In other words, the characters are like me. And I like that.
I think it started with quiet, plain Jane Eyre; I definitely identified with that character, even though I wondered why she didn’t just settle for foxy St. John Rivers. Later on, of course, I was all about the fun of getting Mr. Rochester, external damage added to his internal damage.
But in reading some opinions of Fifty Shades, I saw some people thought the heroine was wishy-washy, insecure, and self-obsessed. Um, again–like me. I like characters like that, characters who don’t make the right choices, think they’re the center of the universe even if they absolutely know they’re not, characters who think and overthink and think again.
Which, being that kind of post, leads back to me. I’ve just sent in a revision for my upcoming book, and in re-reading it, I am guessing many, many people will hate my heroine. I wish they wouldn’t, but they will–she’s self-absorbed, neurotic, self-questioning, insecure, and self-deprecating. Ahem.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate the feisty, says-what’s-on-her-mind heroine; I do. I just have that much more of a step back in my perspective of viewing her, so it takes that much more for an author to get me into her heroine’s head. Usually, that happens, although sometimes I do wonder what the heroine was thinking to rush into danger like that.
Do you like reading characters who are similar to you? Do you notice?