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Worm Your Way into These Bookworm Memes!

We’re all obsessed with books. We all make terribly book based decisions. We all breathe deeply in secondhand bookstores. We all have so many books we’re likely to be buried in an avalanche and found only like a month later. Just me?

 

Is There One Where He Has Two Heads?

 

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Those books aren’t real. TBR? A whole shelf of options? No. I can’t read those, how would I even go about it? Let me just go to the library quickly. Let me just hit the bookstore. I just need like, one thing. In and out. What about the only book I don’t own?

 

 

Get Some Perspective

 

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It’s all about perspective, you know? Maybe nothing is anything. This is the mentality that describes poisons as ‘forbidden foods’. Have you ever seen a book? Did you open it? “Just” a book? JUST? There’s a special ring of the sauna for you.

 

 

It’s Only 500 Pages

 

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People will get mad! I know you studied your whole life to read this fast, but I’ve just got natural talent and a high pony, and I am not intimidated. Give me the hardcover. Unless it’s for class. Homework? 25 pages will kill me. Don’t do this.

 

 

It Might Be

 

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There’s a fine line here. Like, a really fine line. The number of stories I have to workshop that have zero description of the characters’ surroundings: I ask you, are these events taking place in a void? Is there just fog outside the immediate ring of characters? I didn’t expect to be that salty.

 

 

How Could You Do This to Me?

 

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How could you do this to me? Like, actually how could you? The worst is when you get through a whole series and the end of the last book is the worst. All this time! All this emotional investment! And you’re going to let me down like this? I’d say I’m just disappointed, but I’m actually also very mad.

 

 

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The Honest Confessions of a Bookworm

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.

 

Water-damaged book

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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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