It’s National Honesty Day, and as such, the bookworms here at Bookstr have decided to give you some full transparency. And by that, I mean, here are five of our worst bookish habits. And by “our,” I mean my.
1. I dog-ear my pages more often than not.
Listen, I bought the book, it’s mine to destroy as I wish. I’ve finally stopped dropping my books in the bathtub, but considering most of my sci-fi paperbacks are water damaged, a dog-eared page here or there isn’t the end of the world to me.
2. Piggybacking off that, I have a terrible habit of dropping my paperbacks in the bathtub.
Have you ever lent, or been lent, a book that looks like it’s been submerged in the depths of the ocean for the past year or so? Probably, because reading in the bathtub is one of the most relaxing things in the world. At the end of the day, if it’s still a readable book, I don’t see an issue. If anything, I should be praised for reading as much as possible.
Or, that’s what I tell myself, at least.
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3. Since moving to New York, my “To Read” pile has surpassed my “Read” pile.
To be fair, when I moved, I probably brought only 10% of my books. Books are heavy, and I shipped most of my belongings. I brought one medium sized Home Depot box full of books, and it weighed over 50lbs. So if you ask me, I think I brought a decent amount. However, I moved a year ago, and since then, the number of books in my very small box of an apartment has at least doubled, potentially tripled. I’ve read probably four of my new books. I’m mildly embarrassed, but whatever.
4. I find myself re-reading favorites before reaching for anything in my pile of books-to-be-read.
There’s something comforting about my well-loved copy of Michael Crichton’s Sphere, or Chuck Palahniuk’s Rant: The Oral Biography of Buster Casey, or George Saunders’ Tenth of December. Maybe it’s because each time I read them, I get something new out of them. Maybe it’s because each of my paperback copies can conveniently fit in my pockets, but only when I wear thosee one specific pair of pants I have that can fit a paperback in the back pocket.
5. I don’t read nearly as much as I’d like to.
Growing up, I always had a book on me. My childhood bedroom had two massive bookshelves that were overflowing. I spent all my allowance on books. But as an adult, it’s hard to find time to read as much as I’d like to. Life gets in the way. It’s not a good excuse, so that’s why this is a confession.
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