- I don’t always remember to write a review after finishing the book. My memory isn’t what it used to be.
- I copy the same template for all my reviews. My reviews would be a mess if I didn’t structure them.
- I forget some details. Sometimes I’ve even looked up the protagonist’s first name.
- I don’t take notes while I read. Maybe I should.
- I love reviewing physical books. More often than not, they’re fiction. But hopefully one day, I’ll get around to reading more nonfiction.
- I finish every book. I feel like it isn’t fair to the author or potential readers if I only read and review half the novel.
- I use the same phrases in my reviews. There are only so many ways to say I recommend a book.
- I don’t write in books. I can’t do it. At most, I’ll write on a sticky note to mark a specific passage or page.
I don’t feel all that motivated right now. I’m in a bit of a slump.
Obviously, there are highs and lows with just about everything in life. I’ve been trying to climb back up since the accident.
It was like my world got rocked upside down. I’ve sort of reverted back to old ways, which isn’t a bad thing in and of itself.
I’m also in a weird transitional time in my life. But I’m ready to move forward and look ahead.
Lately, I’ve been making more time for myself. I spent many hours thinking. Maybe it’s time to act now.
I’m not sure how to describe my current state. I’m better physically, but I’m also more present mentally than I have been in the past. I like to believe that’s a good sign.
In spite of everything, I’m excited to see for what’s next.
I can’t wait to read and review the books on my to be read shelf.
I’m dancing, stretching, and exercising better.
I hope to transcribe a ton of blog posts.
I will send my work into the world, regardless of how many rejections I get.
Baseball is in full swing. Beware all my bad jokes or puns.
By the end of 2018, I don’t want to look back and think it’s the year I got hit by a car. I want to be able to say I accomplished my goals. I refuse to be defined by what happened to me.
I read this. I need to read that. I own this one already.
What a great deal. Wow, how expensive.
I don’t need to buy more books, but I want them all.
That’s cute. Oh my god, it’s so pretty.
My wallet is going to hate me. I better not spend over my credit limit.
What a beautiful cover. Yes, please.
I remember reading that forever ago.
Oh, boxed sets are the best.
It smells amazing in here. I need to buy a perfume that smells like old books.
I could sit here all day and read. But I should go home and read the book I started.
It’s getting late. It’s dark out already? I’ve been here for how long. Two hours? I don’t have anywhere else to go though.
You know what would be perfect right now? A coffee. Tea doesn’t sound too bad either. I’m thirsty. Come to think of it, I’m hungry too. Maybe I should get something to eat, so I don’t starve to death.
I wonder how many books I can carry before I break both arms. How much is too much?
No one can ever have too many books. I’m running out of space on my shelves. I’ll make room.
I really ought to sell some of my books. I could use the money to buy new ones.
I should borrow from the library. Will I have enough money for food if I spend most of my pay check on books? Why do humans have to eat anyway? Stories are nourishing.
What should I buy? That looks interesting. Let me take a picture of all of these, so I can check them out later. Am I really a reader if I walk out of a bookstore empty-handed?
It’d be cool to work in a bookstore. I wonder what that’s like. I wonder if they’re hiring. I could tell them how much I love reading on my resume.
- Forgetting everything they just read but remembering something they read ten months ago.
- Lying to themselves when they say “one more chapter”.
- Navigating their way around bookstores and libraries.
- Spotting red herrings a mile away.
- Reading multiple books at once.
- Recommending great reads on demand.
- Organizing their shelves by colour, genre, and height.
- Picking up a book but not putting it down.
- Keeping snacks on hand.
- Owning novels they haven’t read.
I love books. I love reading. But I don’t know why I don’t like showing people my shelves.
Maybe I’m just weird.
A lot of my relatives don’t read. You can’t pick family, right? At least, my best friends read.
I’m all for being surrounded by books. It brings me so much joy to look at my shelves. But I don’t love the prospect of someone else staring at it.
My younger cousin walked into my room one time and proceeded to count how many books I owned. I was curious and mortified at the same time.
Since then, I’ve added many more to my ever-growing collection. It’s grown so much bigger than I expected. So now I’m way too lazy to count all the books I possess.
I’m not embarrassed by my shelves. If anything, I’m quite proud.
My one issue is that I only have one bookcase.
At the rate I’m buying books, I’ll need an entire room to store them all one day. Hopefully, by the time I run out of space, I’ll have the means to move out into my dream house. A girl can dream.
I think you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their bookshelves. I wonder what my collection would say about me.
I love books, but I don’t love showing people the shelves in my room. I’m not the biggest fan of sharing my babies either.
I’m strange. But that’s okay.
Why do you love books?
What’s there not to love?
Why do you read?
To escape from the real world. Fictional ones are better anyway
What’s your favourite genre?
Anything suspenseful. Crime. Mystery. Thriller.
What’s your least favourite genre?
Romance. At times, it’s a bit repetitive.
When do you read?
I tend to read in the morning or afternoon. Natural light all the way.
Where do you read?
In my room, in my bed.
Do you have a favourite author?
I can’t choose one. But I like David Baldacci, Pierce Brown, Sarah J. Maas, and Jodi Picoult.
Do you have a reading routine?
Kind of. I wash my hands before reading since I’m a bona fide germaphobe. I update my Goodreads status after (if I remember).
- Support other authors. Artists supporting artists will never get old.
- Writing novels is hard. Reading stories is not.
- Add to your ever growing to-be-read list. May you get to all of them one day.
- Escape the real world. Fictional worlds are the best.
- Walking out of a bookstore empty-handed is wrong. I don’t make the rules.
- Take cute pictures. Do it for your Instagram feed.
- Books are magical. Experience that magic first-hand.
- You need a distraction. For all the times you need to forget about how you embarrassed yourself in front of your colleagues or crush.
- Make new friends. Get this, you don’t even have to leave your house.
- You only love your bed and your books. I’m too old to make references to pop culture.
I apologize to all the stories I’ve abandoned. Here’s why.
A new, shiny idea comes along. Then I proceed to follow the glittery trail of a new idea. It’s hard coming back to old stories, especially when I fall in love with another one. Or even when I fall out of love with old projects.
I don’t know what happens next. Thanks to my non-existent outlines. Worse, my characters are lost too. Maybe I’d also benefit from doing character sketches.
I just need a break. Stories can get too real, too fast. Some distance is called for. Certain stories exhaust me.
I get bored. I love the honeymoon phase when I start a novel and everything’s novel. Pun very much intended. But once the novelty wears off, I jump ship.
I’m overwhelmed. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, I endeavour to write great, epic works.
I prioritize something else. I love writing. But at times, other things take precedence. And even though it’s important to me, my well-being is too.
I move on. There’s nothing wrong with that. I learn all I can from one specific story and go forth into the world to do bigger, better things. Let go. Move on. I rather not stay in one spot forever.