Book hangovers are real. After finishing a book, all I want to do is sleep.
The book I’m reading affects my mood. If the protagonist is stressed, I’m stressed. If she’s grumpy, so am I. To be honest, I’m either stressed, grumpy, or both.
I treat books better than babies. Don’t hate me. I used to bite my cousin when we were children. I have never bitten books.
I love looking at my bookshelf. It brings me so much joy. It’s better than looking at a boyfriend…not that I would know.
My eyes are always sore. That’s why I don’t have an e-reader.
My wallet hates me. That’s another reason why I don’t have an e-reader.
I can’t find a comfortable reading position. I blame my horrible eyesight and my need to wear glasses.
I make references to books, but no one understands them. People stare at me like I have three eyes. I wish I did.
I die a little inside when someone tells me s/he disliked a novel I loved. I’m sorry. We can’t be friends.
I re-organize my books often. It takes an hour each time. Send help.
When reading, I might as well be dead to the world. I refuse to check my phone.
I despise interruptions with every fibre of my being. I wish I could cut the phone lines in my house.
I don’t read fast enough. Too many books, too little time. Sigh.
I’d like to apologize to all the books out there that I have…
- Spilled water on
- Bent the spine of
- Treated in some terrible manner
I promise I love books.
Because reading is a lifestyle. Buying books is a way of life.
I refuse to change.
Why would I?
To think I used to feel bad about buying books.
Who was I?
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Can they just arrive already?
Despite having ablut a dozen on my shelves that I have yet to read.
It’s not my fault my birthday is coming up, and I’m planning to treat myself to a couple of new books. OK maybe more than a couple. Several?
I don’t intend to leave my house in the next month or two.
Now more than ever I want books for my birthday.
Actually, it’s more like every day of every year.
Books are all I want, but I never seem to get books as presents.
Why must the world be so cruel and deny me of the only thing I need in life?
If you could only write books in one genre, which category would you select?
Contemporary. Does that count as a genre? If not, then YA. And if you don’t consider either one to be a genre, too bad.
If you could only purchase one non-essential item (and multiples of it), what would you buy?
Books are essential. I don’t have nearly enough, said every book lover ever.
If you could only read books specific to one genre, which one would you pick?
Mystery. I love them even though sometimes I can’t stand not knowing whodunit though I’m becoming much better at guessing the culprit earlier on rather than be blindsided during the big reveal. Mystery done right is great. Mystery done not so right isn’t so great. It’s a healthy relationship regardless, I promise.
If you could only spend your entire day in one place, where would it be?
A bookstore. I’d eat, sleep, work, read, write, and blog there. What could be better?
If you could only blog about one topic, which one would you choose?
Writing. I can’t help but link everything back to writing.
Just a few questions I created and my answers to go along with them. As always you are welcome to use them however you like.