So I posted a comment at @kseniaanske's blog post, her review on The Art of Asking, by Amanda Palmer, and decided to cross-post it for your benefit.
Here it is:
"We read to connect."
I don't think most people realize this. I think they imagine themselves going into a fantasy land, a private, personal land.
While that is true, they also go along with the author.
As they travel space, lands near and far, encounter people strange, familiar, or both; feel anger, sadness, melancholy, elation or love, apace with the turning of pages, they travel in the footprints the author laid before them, tracing for them a path in the mud of life, a path sometimes barely etched, other times to the calves, in the muck of our shared existence.
Together writer and reader toil, both hard at work in the process of the shared journey. One labouring to find a safe path, the other dutifully following.
What would the experience be for the writer is none followed? What would the reader do if no writer had hacked a trail?
One may imagine a writer giving up and returning to the bungalow, to sip on cheap tea and occasionally swat a fly.
One may imagine the reader aimlessly browsing shelves, real or virtual, pulling books down at random based on cover art, trying to find a pathmaker that won't lead down the path of serialized sequels or commercial pursuit.
One may imagine that the writer must trust that if the path he charts is interesting, readers will find it, and finding it, find themselves walking in the same path, seeing the same things, smelling, feeling the same smells and feelings.
It looks like you found your pathmaker.