I know everybody else in the
world blogosphere is read-a-thoning this week, but unfortunately I just don’t have time, much as I’d love to join in. Today, however, I stumbled across a new and shiny Book Blogger Challenge, hosted by April at Good Books and Good Wine.
I usually only notice these things way after they’ve finished, so I’m considering it A Sign that I stumbled across it on the very first day.
So, fifteen book-related confessions… Just don’t judge me.
1) I hate love triangles. If my book has one, I will pretty much read the entire thing with a weird squinty-cat-face, however much I may love everything else about it.
Exception: Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
2) I also hate fairies. Also, changing the spelling makes me hate them more. Faeries and just fairies trying to be clever, folks.
I grew up in Cottingley, home (unsurprisingly) of the Cottingley Fairies.
You be surrounded by fairy tourists for four months of the year and see how many sparkly fae books you want to read.
3) If you break the spine of my book, I will cut you.
4) I do judge people if they don’t read. I know this is terrible and I know I have a lot of friends that don’t read. I also know that they are not necessarily any less intelligent/sensible/articulate than me. But seriously – why wouldn’t you want to?
5) However, I don’t judge people on what they read. Go read Twilight or those Mills & Boon books. It’s fine by me, just read something.
EDIT, a year later: Ha, this isn’t true. I totally judge people.
6) I hardly ever go and watch film adaptations of a book I’ve read. It inevitably annoys me and then, also inevitably, the people around me as I won’t shut up about it. It doesn’t matter if it looks like a good adaptation because then I’ll resent it for replacing the image in my head.
Wow, this is turning into a very grouchy list, isn’t it?
7) Cliffhanger endings annoy me. If you’re a decent writer, you don’t need to cheapen your book by making an obvious attempt to con people into buying the next one. Lauren Oliver, I’m looking at you.
8) The more I like a book, the more likely I am to check out the last page. People always looked shocked when I say this, but it doesn’t ruin the story. For me, it’s not the conclusion that’s important, it’s the journey there. I need to know if my favourite character is going to die so I can mentally prepare myself. I’m not even kidding.
9) I can sit and stare at my bookshelves for ages. It’s almost like a meditation focal point. I muse over which books to read next, which books I loved, which books I could get rid of… it’s very calming for me!
10) I currently have 62 copies of Pride and Prejudice. I am proud enough to have this fact on my CV.
EDIT, a year later: I actually have 70. Suck on that, 23 year old self!
11) My TBR is arranged in chronological order of when I obtained them, with the oldest being the closest to my bed, so I can see them and therefore read them first. This tactic is vehemently unsuccessful.
12) I keep the receipt from purchasing the book inside it somewhere. This isn’t in case I want to return it, but it’s fun to find it a few months later and remember where/when you bought it. I also do it with train tickets if I’m reading it on a train or the receipt if I’m reading in a cafe. This isn’t even a conscious habit anymore – I just shove whatever paper is in my hand inside the book.
13) Yes, I have lost many important documents this way – rail passes, day travel cards and necessary receipts have all fallen prey.
14) I currently owe £40 at Sheffield Library and so I’m too scared to go back. I borrowed books before I was ill and unsurprisingly nearly dying of measles makes you forget about returning library books…
15) I like owning books. I mean, obviously I read them as well, but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest that I have a TBR pile of 250+. I have room for them (just!) so why not?