(WARNING – It might get a bit dramatic around here. But hey, that’s just how I roll. 😉 )
Books are paperbound dreams that lift you up, up and above everything you know and everything you like to escape from. Soo pretty, soo beautiful – you just want to admire them and hold them near and never let them go. But they are also the cause of many of those weird quirks that we unintentionally and inevitably form.
And I am here to share them with you.
WHY, you ask?
Well, I don’t know about you guys but it’d do me good to know that I am not the only one who does these crazy-ass things.
I don’t like people going through my shelves. PERIOD
Yes, they can admire those immaculately put, beautifully arranged mighty ones BUT THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM, TAKE THEM OUT AND START FIDGETING!!! I know, I know, it’s super extreme and hey, I wasn’t like that always, okay?
But something happened once upon a time –
Mumma was showing some distant cousins my books (YEAH THEY WANTED TO SEE THEM BECAUSE ..OBVIOUSLY! *PFFTTTTT*) when one of them wanted to see ”that big, blue one” (and here we are talking about LADY MIDNIGHT by CASSANDRA CLAIRE) She took it out. The little guy held it for a few nanoseconds, got bored, left it lying on my bed and went out. And as she was putting the book back, she totally messed up the corners doing the task in a hurried, haphazard way.
MY. OWN. MOTHER!!
I was NEVER THE SAME AGAIN!!
❤ PROTECT AND ATTACK
When I was little, me and my little brother used to sleep in the same room. Our study was in the room adjacent and all my books were there.
One day I heard of a break-in in one of our neighbor’s house,
I WAS SOO FREAKED OUT and NEEDLESS TO SAY that from that day on I slept with ALL of my books tucked around my bed because I was afraid that some vicious fuck llama might steal my babies!!!!
And this is something I still do, by the way. I NEVER leave my books in the bag whenever I go to stay at my relatives’. I take them out at night, keep them by my bed and the next day, I do it all over again.
SUPER WEIRD, I KNOW!
❤ TO-READ or NOT-TO-READ
Now, this is the reason behind many of my reading slumps. I get soo sulky after reading a beautiful story that I JUST DON’T WANNA START A NEW BOOK because then all the memories of the one I just finished will be GOONEEE!!!
I feel as if I will lose a part of me. And that’s one of the biggest reasons why I don’t start a new book FOR A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME.
This happened when I first finished reading Harry Potter. I WAS SOO IN LOVEEE WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT THOSE BOOKS THAT I RE-READ THAT SERIES COUNTLESS TIMES before moving on to The Hobbit. and then, what do you know? THE PATTERN REPEATED ITSELF! I was a glutton for them and –
The most recent example of this though is when I read The Snow Child. That book destroyed mee!!
❤ FEAR AND LOATHING INSIDE THE T.V. SCREEN
I am sure you guys can DEFINITELY relate with this one.
I am afraid of watching book adaptations. THE FEAR OF DISAPPOINTMENT IS JUST TOO GREAT. Sure, there are some really good ones out there but whenever I find out that the book I read has been or is going to be made into a movie/series, I get so fucking nervous because a part of me believes that it’s just not going to be good enough.
Case in point, Good Omens. The adaptation came out months ago on Amazon Prime but I kept putting it off till now because I DIDN’T WANT O REPLACE MY PERSONAL IMAGE OF ALL THOSE CHARACTERS AND AMAZING SCENES.
But it was FAAAR from being a disappointment, I am telling you! I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE SERIES!!! ❤
❤ SHARING IS NOT AN OPTION
Whenever I come across an amazing, heart-wrenching book I don’t want to tell anyone about it. At least not in the beginning.
You see I feel like telling people about it will somehow take the magic away and...then it won’t be as special anymore.
This happened to me recently when I was reading The Night Circus. My friend asked me if I recommended it and I FLAT OUT SAID –
I know that was a horrendous thing to do but I WAS JUST NOT READY TO SHARE MY LOVE WITH HER.
❤ OH MY LIBRARY, HOW I LOVE THEE!
Whenever I visit my local library, I AM FILLED WITH ENVY BY ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ARE THERE. Like what are you all doing here, you abominable little shits??
THIS LIBRARY IS MINE!
THESE BOOKS ARE MINE!
AND MINE ALONE!
SO GET YOUR FILTHY LITTLE HANDS OFF THEM YOU ABOMINABLE TWATS!!!
I mean I could be browsing in a completely different section but if I see someone else in the next one, picking out gorgeous hardbacks and stroking them, I GET SICK TO MY STOMACH! It’s like hey, my future boyfriend might be in there and you are probing him!