My bookish confessions

 

If you are expecting something spicy out of this confession, you will be disappointed, because I am too! I am also carrying my thwarted expectations till grave, only to share my quirky reactions of mind with the neighboring skull about my code-of-conduct with books.

So here are my top 9 bookish confessions(NOTE : PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME!) :

• I looooove to buy books. Books, with crisp white flavorful pages of freshly wrapped ink scents. Books which I can touch and turn to the other side with my hands, not by swiping left or right. Books, which I can hold with a salsa positioned hand. And it’s not over. I love to buy books, even if I have plenty others to read in my TBR! I sometimes wonder what my TBR books must be talking on the shelves and bitching about every new-comer in their neighborhood. I always make a promise with myself after buying books that this should be my last until I wont finish the already-staring-books-at-my-place. And then, with every interesting/wish-list worthy book in the cart, I again convince myself that promises are meant to be broken. This loop keeps repeating and slapping me hard.

• I generally decide to read books based on two things. First, if I like the title or cover, I instantly make my mind to read it, irrespective of the story plot or author’s status in the market. This is weird I know, but this literally attracts me to hold them at least once. And to hold, I need to buy them, and again step 1 happens with me, haahah. Second, I go by the word-of-mouth review, an old fashioned way. Like if someone from my book people ( Book people are those people on whom I can rely on. Who, if suggests a book, will always be in my favor of genre or interest, and I will love it for sure) recommend something. I will blindly read the book, without even asking for the review and without even googling about them on a digital platform. This is a high risk. But, that’s why there are only a few people whom I call my book people. 

• Earlier I used to read the whole book, even if I don't like the concept, just because I have started and it will be unfair to the book and author if I leave it mid-way. But now with little experience and anxiety to encounter the guilty ( guilty here refers to the fact that time is less and books are more and I am slow and I need to read more and I should read good), I have decided to read 20% of the book and if I don't find it useful for my taste, I will join hands and move on with heavy heart. It’s quite practical too as I will grab only that information which makes me happy, not because it makes the system-of-reading adequate. Already my mind is filling up and I can’t risk more.

• I find pleasure in going through people’s reading lists or wish lists. It’s like stalking someone in their closet and judging their choices. (I told you, don’t judge me!)

• I go to bookstores (Crossword, to be precise), only to be updated with the latest and fancy collections. I don’t buy books there, I just make a note of buying them from somewhere else, less costly. This syndrome is called “middle class fantasy syndrome”. 

• I hate those people who don’t give me feedback on the book, which I suggested them to read a century ago. You know it's a metaphorical insult. It’s like killing someone with a silent laser tag. 

• My favorite fun time while reading is analyzing the shift of volume from the left side of the book to the right side of the book. It is a therapy for me, like someone is discovering the unexplored arena of life. 

• This is quite personal. I make fun of the lines, encrypted in the book, in my mind while reading. I imagine the author talking to me and taking my opinions on them. If I find something touchy, I pause for a moment and start to relate them with my life. If I find something funny, I start to make a note to use them in my conversations sometimes. If I find something revolutionary or a perfect landing of words, I give a standing ovation to the author virtually. This keeps happening with every book I read. So if you find me making faces while reading, then don’t be surprised.

• I feel victory when I convince a non-reader to read something. I literally fly higher than mountains if I see them turning pages and peeking through words, WHICH I SUGGESTED. Please just give me a medal for that achievement, please ( I constantly plead myself to give rewards for this great accomplishment.)

I will keep on doodling rubbish now, because I have tons of things to discuss. So, keeping a good girl check, here I am, showing all the ink-sides of my confession. Let me know yours. How much do you have related to mine, and what’s your strange confession?

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023