Bookish Confessions

I’m doing a wonderful job keeping up with my new blogging schedule, right? XD
I meant to post this Wednesday, I honestly did. Life got in the way, as it often does.

I realized that I have never talked about my bookish confessions. I have many of them. So many that I often question whether I like books at all? I mean, I know I like books, but there are many things that I don’t like or am not good at that other avid readers are. AM I EVEN AN AVID READER? IDK. So let me know if you experience any of these and how you feel about them.

1. I don’t like the smell of books.

I love the smell of fresh ink, but I really don’t like the smell of books–new or old. I don’t like to admit this because it seems like a rite of passage for a book lover. I mean, I love physical copies of books, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t miss the smell whenever I read from my Kindle.

2. I tend to hide my YA in my cupboard.
This isn’t quite as true now that I’ve rearranged my book shelves, but the bulk of my YA is still hidden away. I always think that when people see my books, I want them to be impressed. I want to look intelligent. And there are a lot of prejudices against people above age 20 reading YA. (Honestly, though, what else are we supposed to do? There’s such a huge gap in the reading demographic for people in their twenties.)
3. I sometimes only read dialogue, then go back and read the paragraphs in-between.
This is a terrible habit. I DON’T RECOMMEND IT. But I just get so bored by paragraphs and I only want to read the dialogue. The dialogue is always the best part! I’m basically Thumper, eating the flower and leaving the greens.
4. I married into my HP set.
I’ve been a Harry Potter fan since I was 8 years old, but I  never owned my own copies of the books. I always borrowed my sister’s. I did buy my own copies of Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows at the midnight releases, though. But then I got married and had to leave my sister’s set behind. Luckily, Deacon owned the first six books. So we combined our copies and ditched the extra HBP and now have a beautiful complete set. (Even though he has never read them!)
5. I am the slowest reader known to mankind. 
This partly stems back but #3, but also I’m pretty sure I read at the speed of a kindergartner. I’ve been reading Sylvia Plath’s journals for over 3 years! I always had an average reading level in school and never really did well on the AR tests (though this is also partly due to my less-than-average vocabulary). I felt jealous of all the kids who could read at higher levels (my husband apparently had a college reading level when he was really young. Figures!).
6. I didn’t learn to read at a young age. 
Maybe that’s why I’m so slow? But really, the first real book that I remember reading was when I was 8 years old. I didn’t have a lot of books at home growing up. I don’t really blame my parents, though–they did order me The Little House on the Praire, but I was so bored that I never even got through the first book. (They got me a subscription to these animal magazines and I gobbled those up, though.) My love for reading didn’t come until I was in 4th grade. That’s when we read Tuck Everlasting and Holes and Harry Potter. It stuck with me after that.
7. I love Twilight. 

It’s my guilty pleasure. I dressed up at midnight release when the last book came out. I went to every movie premiere, even though I knew they weren’t that great. I even love The Host. I would probably read anything that Stephenie Meyer writes.

8. I used to read the last page first.

This is also a bad habit that I don’t recommend. I don’t do it anymore, though! Although sometimes I try to find out how many chapters or pages are in a book and accidentally stumble upon the ending. I think this happened with 1984 last summer. But I’m pretty good at overwriting my memory in those cases.

9. I cannot force myself to write in books. 
I try. One of my most beloved teachers in college told us that we had to write in books. It makes sense, especially if I own the book. But I cannot do it. And even when I do, it’s always in pencil. (This is another reason why eReaders are amazing!) I do tend to write in my copy of Sylvia Plath’s journals, but that’s only because it’s so dense and going back to good quotes would be impossible otherwise.
10. My husband wooed me by buying me a Kindle. 
True story. We were just friends at the time. They had given out Kindles at my Project Graduation and I was really bummed that I didn’t get one. So Deacon saved up babysitting money for a month, then drove me up to St. Louis but didn’t tell me his plan. I lost track of him in Best Buy for awhile, then he found me and took me out to the car and it was sitting in the passenger seat! He’s so sneaky. We started dating that summer and now we’ve  been married nearly two years.

Moral of the story: books are the way to a girl’s heart.

11. I sometimes nap with books.

It takes forever to find a comfortable position when reading. By the point that I am finally settled in, I’m both A) exhausted and B) so comfortable. Naps follow. And sometimes I just take books with me to bed, like a little kid with a teddy bear. It’s comforting, okay?

12. I don’t love classics.
I feel like I have to whisper this one. As an English major, I feel like the ultimate betrayer because I rarely like classics. Rarely. Even the ones that I read on my own volition! I read Jane Eyre last year and honestly didn’t really care much.
13. I judge audiobooks based on the narrator’s voice.
I know this isn’t nice. It’s very not nice. They can’t help their voices in many cases. And even though reading books aloud as a profession sounds like a dream job, I know a lot of work goes into it. But I’ve not cared for a lot of books because of the narrator’s voice, particularly Throne of Glass. It’s also solidified my love for some books, like The Night Circus and The Lunar Chronicles.
Oooh this one kills me. I love the movies. I really love the movies. I’ve watched them with commentaries! But the books intimidate me. When I was a kid, The Hobbit intimidated me, so I didn’t read it until I was out of high school. I’m just afraid they’ll be too complicated for me to follow, or maybe I won’t like them as much as I want to? I don’t know. *hides face in shame*

15. I have sold books that were given to me. 

I know this is probably the most terrible thing I’ve ever done and I am ashamed and don’t even want to talk about it. In my defense, though, I have a huge TBR and limited shelf space. #slowreaderproblems
Okay, now it’s your turn. What are some of your bookish confessions? Do we have anything in common? If you had to pick the worst one on my list, what would it be? 

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