Fiction has a beauty about it that is somehow lacking in non fiction. Non fiction purports to tout facts. It , thus, has a tendency to either preach or be a recount of scientific research and/or a proponent’s analysis. Of course it can be helpful. Self improvement nonfiction was a staple in my reading pile for years…until I discovered fiction.
Fiction presents a story in which the characters experience problems and enact solutions that may or may not be according to what the reader would do. It allows the reader to form his own opinion. Through the vehicle of the written word of fiction, the reader might be influenced to look at something or someone differently. The reader may well be changed profoundly in his or her outlook as a result of putting a very human face on an issue.
In my novel, Leap of Faith, the heroine fears to become involved with a man–any man because she is terrified of passing along her epilepsy to a child. Her journey through seizures and medication discloses what the experience of an epileptic is truly like. It educates the reader and dispels long held myths.
It is through the hero’s unconditional acceptance of Faith that she grows to view her malady as a difference that is challenging, but also enriching. It allows her to view other’s differences through a broadened paradigm and to realize that there is so much more to an individual than her weakest features. She grows to love herself, warts and strengths, and therefore is able to love the hero.
Try to get that across to people with facts and figures.