I just moments ago stumbled across an awesome challenge being hosted by April of Good Books and Good Wine called the 15 Day Book Blogger Challenge and it sounded like so much fun that I had to sign up.
Okay… well, some of the questions sound like fun. Others may involve some head-banging and hair-pulling in order to come up with answers. But I suppose it’s not much of a challenge if things aren’t… well… challenging.
If you’d like to learn more about the challenge or maybe you already know you want to participate, check out the details post on April’s blog, HERE.
1. I won’t buy a book with an ugly cover. Even in eBook form. If the cover doesn’t have at least a few redeeming qualities the book won’t make it into my collection. I can do creepy covers, freaky-deaky covers, I’ll buy my 4 millionth cover with a girl in a pretty dress. But I don’t do tacky, painfully boring, or shudder-worthy covers. If it doesn’t look nice on the in-store shelf, it will never find a home on mine.
2. It almost always takes me at least ten tries to actually get into a book. I pick it up. I read a sentence. I put it down. I pick up a new book. Repeat. I usually find a book to read after one-sentence reading at least thirty to forty books. If I’m not grabbed by that first line in that moment, nine times out of ten I’ll set it aside for later. And later is usually many, many books down the line. Oh, I’ll keep trying after each book to get back to that one I thought I’d wanted to read. But sometimes the mood doesn’t strike me again until I’ve all but given up hope.
3. I don’t “do” well-worn books. I know that they say well-worn is well-loved. Not for me. I buy my books in the most pristine condition possible. And if I opt to read them, I do so as carefully as possible. No spine-bending or breaking. No dog-earing of pages. No writing of notes in the margins. No eating. No drinking. And in the case of hardcovers – no reading with dust jacket on. If for some reason even the slightest bit of damage mars the book, that’s it. Bye-bye book. You have to find a new home. I don’t tolerate imperfections in my books.
4. I’m a sucker for tragedy. Not in real life. Ever. But in fiction? Heck yeah. Romeo and Juliet’s tragic fate will forever hold a special place in my heart. Kill off a beloved character? I will forever remember the story and its characters. And those books that make me cry the ugly tears are books that will always hold a higher spot on my favorites lists than those with happily ever after endings.
5. Since I started blogging I have the hardest time remembering characters’ names. Even while I’m reading a story I often forget the characters’ names in said story. The moment I close the book I can almost always guarantee I won’t remember their names, unless those names are so unique that just trying to read them made them imprint themselves in my memory.
For example… I just recently finished a book with a female character named Caymen. I loved this book with a passion, but aside from her name I cannot remember a) her last name, b) the swoon-worthy boy’s name, c) her mother’s name, d) her quirky friend’s name, e) her quirky friend’s boyfriend’s name – the dude with the pointy nose who played the guitar or f) the “other” guy in the tiny triangle. I read this five days ago. And I forgot all those names five days ago.
6. I’m more likely to read a book for review in electronic format than print format. Yeah, I said it. While I think books in print offer that tactile experience – especially hardcovers with quality paper and a deckle edge – given my need to keep my books pristine I prefer the ease of reading a review book in electronic format. Plus I find it so much easier to make notes on the electronic device versus having to set the book down – and possibly wrinkle a page – to pick up my phone to use the notepad app.
7. The more popular a book, the less I want to read it. Unless I decided before it reached that elite status that it’s a must read book, I will be disinclined to read it. At least until the chatter dies out. I don’t do well with “you have to” as regards anything in life. My stubborn side kicks in and says, “Really? Last time I checked this was a free country.” So when someone tells me I have to read THE buzzed about book, my mulish brain screams, “No!”
8. I don’t lend books. I’ll give them away before I lend them. I’d rather know up front that once they leave my possession they are no longer mine to possess. Because when the books are out of my hands, I obsess over them. When will I get them back? Are people eating while reading them? Will they come back in the same condition in which they were lent? Aside from my bookish obsession with perfection, I have had a lot of misfortune with books I’d lent in the past. Yes, I’ve had such traumatic experiences with lending that I even posted about ten such incidents a couple years ago – here.
9. I have too many eReaders. I really only use one – my paperwhite Kindle. Yet I have four nooks and, I think, nine Kindles… it could be ten. I can’t really justify the overage by saying “just in case.” While I do need at least a couple extras for just that reason, I probably don’t need all of those.
10. I never want it to be the best friend. While it’s such a sweet concept that one day the female MC turns and sees her best friend in a new light, recognizes just how handsome he’s gotten, how supportive he is, how defined his abs are, I always, always, always want the best friend to get passed over for the other guy. Even if he is a complete asshat.
11. I prefer a love story to sexy times any day. At least when it comes to YA fiction. Teenage angst and twisty-turny feelings are so much more entertaining to read than the brief moments of fevered kisses or exploring (above the waist) hands that make the skin tingle. I am a sucker for all the feelings that come with the romance – the swoon-worthy, sigh-worthy moments. While the heat is fun to read about, I’d trade it for the love story – tragic or otherwise – always, always, always.
12. I have over 750 unread books on my eReader and it’s driving me slowly insane. These are paid-for, unread books that I purchased at full price. I don’t troll for freebies, I don’t buy books on sale down the line. I’m a very spur of the moment one-click buyer. And it’s getting harder and harder not to think about just how much money in unread books I have sitting there. But what’s worse – yes there’s a worse – is thinking about the number of unread books, divided by the number of books I read each year. It would take me seven and a half years to finish those books if I were to never buy a new book. Like that’s going to happen. Pardon me while I go have a panic attack….
13. I can’t separate a book from its author. When I used to read, it was all about the book and the author was just some name on the cover and picture inside the back flap of the jacket. Now they’ve become these very real people. Which means that if I hear the “bad things” about an author, I won’t be able to enjoy the book in the way I might have. And if those “bad things” are really, really bad, it’s likely I won’t read or even buy the book. Which makes me all sorts of sad.
14. I judge people who don’t read. Not those who can’t read. Those who can and choose not to. I know it’s not fair – not everyone has the time or inclination – but I do. Judge non-readers, that is. While it doesn’t have to be fiction, if someone doesn’t want to read something – articles, non-fiction, autobiographies, graphic novels – I tend to look at them as if they were an alien species. The concept of the non-reader is so foreign to me, so unrelatable, that I typically rush to judgment. One that’s not in their favor.
15. I have never bought a book based on it being on a best-seller list. I actually don’t ever look at best-seller lists – I’d more likely avoid a book that was a best-seller than gravitate toward one. If I did look at those lists, I’d spend way too much time wondering whether the book really was a best-seller or if someone marketed it so hard that people jumped on the bandwagon, further boosting it up the list. While I have read best-sellers, it’s more “in spite of” than “because of.”
Well that was a lot of fun. I’m just glad they were book-related confessions and not blog-related confessions. Not sure I have fifteen of those. I’m kind of WYSIWYG in terms of blogging, so there’s not much to confess there.
And I’m glad it was limited to 15 confessions or else I’d have to start talking about guilty pleasure reads, my early love affair with romance novels (I was nine), the number of times (in a row) that I read the Twilight series, my long-time obsession with Lestat and just how disturbed, yet fascinated, I am by Clive Barker’s books.
So, if you have 15 confessions to make, or would like to participate in any of the days of this challenge, be sure to head over to Good Books and Good Wine, linked at the top of this post, to find out more about the challenge and to join in.