Limits on Reader

So, one of the things I’ve thought about a little over the course of now having read a few graphic novels—which by the way sounds a little too professional for my taste, but then I’d rather be called a sportswriter than a journalist—is how does the art and imagery limit or expand the way I perceive and enjoy the story. One of the major reasons that I love literature, and am therefore majoring in English is the fact that my mind gets to play around with and create the landscape of the setting, the accent of the character’s voice, and layer the story with what in my imagination becomes the meaning, and is the thrill and enjoyment of the story—my imagination is put to work and the interaction between the words and me blend together. But it is my imagination which must produce the images. With a graphic placed in front of my face it seems to almost limit the amount of work the reader has to do.
However, I have not found this to be the case with Blankets or any of the other novels. And this is due to the fact that the storytelling itself is so compelling, and I get so invested in it that my mind doe get transported and does go into those places which any other story would go.