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).
I’ll be the first to admit I’m old-school, super traditional. I also describe myself as a stubborn person with specific habits.
Which is why for the longest time, I never even read an ebook, much less reached for one. But last year, I discovered I don’t mind them as much as I thought I did. So now I’m a fan.
I still and will forever love physical books. Nothing can replace the experience of turning real pages. Too bad they aren’t as portable as ebooks.
As someone who takes the bus and train, I love having a collection of books on my phone. I’m never truly alone then.
While in transit, I tend to pore over non-fiction. I love fiction, but I don’t love having to stop in the middle of a chapter when I reach my destination. With non-fiction, regardless of where I left off, I find it easier to pick up at a later point.
Both print and digital books have their pros, their cons. Either way, we can use the format that best suit our preferences or lifestyles.
Admittedly, I haven’t given audiobooks a go. Part of me wonders if I ever will. But it’s great to know that many people out there love listening to them.
I don’t own a dedicated e-reader of any kind. My phone does a decent enough job. But if anyone wants to get me one, I wouldn’t be opposed.
No matter the form it takes, reading is a wonderful thing. I will never be against anyone who loves any and all kinds of books.
Throw your phone away. Toss it into the trash. Take the garbage out. Right now.
Throw your TV out the window. Watching movies isn’t the same as reading books.
Throw your sleep schedule out the door. Let’s be honest, some days you’re going to stay up until the sun rises. It’s okay. Who needs to sleep anyway? Any reader of great literature knows the answer to that rhetorical question.
Throw your computer off the roof. Laptops and tablets have to go too. Any kind of distraction is no bueno.
Throw your car off a cliff. You can’t read while you’re driving. You shouldn’t anyway. Just stay home and enjoy a novel or ten.
Throw your gaming consoles at friends. Then grab some popcorn.
Throw your work at co-workers. Less working, more reading.
Throw yourself into another country. The alternative is to throw everyone you know as far as possible.
Throw me into a cell. I hope reading my bad posts doesn’t take time away from reading good books.
Do throw your phone into the ocean.
Or drop it onto the ground until you shatter the screen. When your phone looks like a spider web and you can’t even see what’s on it, you’ll be less inclined to spend hours on your device. Instead, you’ll pick up a book. I speak from experience. It’s too painful on my poor eyes. I’ve dropped my phone more times than I can count. Besides, the more cracks my screen has, the more words I read. Hence, this tip is successful and definitely won’t set you back about fifty dollars.
Don’t make friends.
If someone tries to befriend you, run in the other direction. Never ever look back. Besides, fictional characters make the best friends. You don’t need to know people in real life anyway. If reading about characters isn’t enough, consider creating your own.
Do buy more books than any other human beings.
Buy until your wallet cries. Even and especially when you have a pile of unread novels on your nightstand. Purchase all kinds of books, so when the mood strikes, you’ll have a good story ready to go. That way you have no excuse not to read every day.
Don’t have a normal sleep schedule.
Normal is over-rated. Who needs to sleep when you have books to read? You know that one more chapter means you’ll reach the last one, even though you just started this novel two days ago.
On a more serious note, read what you want, when you want, where you want, and how you want. Doing so will help make the reading experience more enjoyable.
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’m not even exaggerating when I say it took me nearly an hour to reorganize my bookshelves.
Here’s what I learned:
I own a lot of books. But a reader can never have too many, right? I want to buy more all the time.
I forget what I’ve read. I picked up a novel, and for the life of me, I could not remember what it was about.
I keep my babies in good condition. Except for a few of them. I also dropped two books on the floor while reorganizing my shelves. I’m a terrible mother.
I love when books are the same height and hate when they’re not. It makes my life easier when everything’s the same size.
I’m running out of space. I don’t know what I’ll do once my shelves can hold no more. I don’t have room for another bookshelf. Hopefully, one day, I can have a library in my house. Then I won’t have to worry about space or lack thereof.
I spend a lot of money on books. I don’t want to know how much. I also don’t need to know how many I have.
I could and should give some away. I promise to do so in the near future. OK, far future. I just can’t bear to part with my children.
I read a lot. But I feel like I just can’t keep up. Too many books, too little time.
I want to go buy more. Because why not? There’s no reason not to.
What do you learn after reorganizing your bookshelves?
You have a stack of unread books at home, but you still buy more. All those novels you bought ages ago? They’re still sitting on your shelves collecting dust.
You’re running out of space, yet that doesn’t stop you from adding to your collection. Which means you have to get creative. You end up stacking, squeezing, and shoving.
You would rather be in your room than go to a club. There’s nothing wrong with spending more time around characters than your friends. Besides, fictional people will never judge you or your decisions.
You can’t stop talking or writing about books. That’s why you started a book blog. Now you’re able to rave on and on without anyone interrupting you.
You tell people to read certain books until they finally cave. Afterwards, you have one-sided conversations where you’re doing most of the talking. You can’t help extolling the virtues of your favourite author.
You wonder what fictional characters would do. So you proceed to channel them, believing yourself to be a super cool protagonist.
You get books as gifts from family and friends. They know you need to read as much as you need to eat. Better yet, they’ll leave you alone when you crack open the latest novel from a beloved author.
You can never find a comfortable reading position. Anyone who needs glasses to see knows the struggle is even more real.
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