“Top Ten Bookish Confessions
Everyone has at least one bookish confession (and in my case I have six). Join us in spilling our deepest held secrets around one of our most beloved pastimes. Everyone has a bookish confession. What’s yours? If you have one feel free to share it, if not feel free to commiserate with ours -Julia”
- I am a judger. You can’t remember the last book you read? I loved insert book I hated here? You didn’t read the book because the movie was just as good? I may not say it but internal me cringes and twitches and dies just a tiny bit.
- There are still a ton of “classics” which I have not read. I am to embarrassed to even put them on my TBR list because then other people will know that I have never finished a Dickens or Hawthorne.
- I sometimes keep books which I know other people have on hold to finish reading them. I pay fines and I continue reading because, well, if someone else gets the book who knows when I will get it back.
- I have been known to scold people who dogear books. I can’t help it. It is the tiny screaming of the pages that makes me.
- I skim, a lot. I am good at identifying which are the important parts of the story and which parts are not so important. But often I find myself skimming the “dull” parts of books. Truth out? One of the ways I rate books is by how much I skim. More skimming = less interesting = lower ratings.
- I don’t read books I own. It is a problem. But in my defense my logic is sound. Those books will always be there. The ones from the library have an expiration date.
- I have major author crushes. Neil Gaiman, Lev Grossman, make me weak in the knees. I read their blogs. I follow them on twitter. I would probably never be able to say two words to them in person but I know more about them than some people who I interact with regularly.
- I am a crier. With regularity and force, I cry over big important novels and simple stupid fluff pieces. Some books I should have known better than to ever begin. I am looking at you The Fault in Our Stars.
- I read kilt porn. What more can be said. Plots are all the same. Sex is all heaving and throbbing. It is my mindless reading. Hey, it could be worse. I could be watching Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
- I secretly long for more followers. Not because I want ARCs (sometimes it would be nice), but because I wish that this blog could generate just enough to put me back in school. For the past few years I have been toying with the idea of getting a MLS, but money is tight and instead I have gone back to being Adjunct Faculty.
What are your book secrets?