As I went through my blog list this morning, I came across a great post, which was a reply to an even greater post, about how the secondary characters in novels and movies are often more interesting than the main characters. A couple of the examples made were that bad-ass Hans Solo is schnazzier than goody-goody Luke Skywalker and the intelligent (and, ehem, sexy) Hermione Granger is more intruiging than scar-head Harry Potter.
This made me start thinking back to other books, like how in Delirium by Lauren Oliver Lena Halloway's dare-devil love interest is more exciting than she is, or how in Drought by Pam Bachorz, the mysterious overseer who begs to take Ruby away from the Congregation is much more interesting than Ruby herself.
Thinking on this made me realize how much I love all of the secondary characters in my own story and what they each bring. (Think of it this way: how many of you were crestfallen when Sirius died? Dobby? Hedwig? Exactly.) Which brings me to my point:
Is it hard for you not to help your secondary characters take the lead? Do you find that when you start adding new characters and falling for their strengths and flaws that you want to insert them more than you should, AND does that take away from the intruige?
I think that part of the beauty of secondary characters is the mystery. You get to know all about the MC, but you can't help but wonder about all the little skeletons in the secondarys' closests.