- When I finish a book, I have to wait until the next day to start a new one. I think* it’s important to give myself time to digest the book I’ve just finished – mull it over a little and such. If I finish a book and then want to read something else that same day, I can read short stories, but I can’t start a collection of short fiction from the beginning. I’ve got to pick a piece from the middle of the book.
- Out of respect, I always use a bookmark instead of dog-earing. But I have no trouble leaving books open face down, writing (or doodling) in margins, using books as coasters, or building tiny forts out of them.**
- I know a lot of people use them and some people really dig them, but just the idea of having to read from an e-reader causes me anxiety.
- I love it when people lend me books. But I don’t love getting them as gifts. When I get a book as a gift, I feel way to much pressure to 1) read it a timely manner, 2) like it and 3) be able to say insightful things about it to the person who gave it to me.
- If I am reading a book for pleasure (not for school***), I never read the forward. This is because I just can’t make myself care what anyone else says concerning what I’m about to read, even if it’s written by another author I like. If a book is cool, it stands on its own, right? Why does someone have to explain its importance to me before I read it?
- Books I have finished reading and liked go inside the bookshelf. Books I have finished reading and didn’t like go on the floor next to bookshelf. Books I intend to read soon go in a stack on top of the bookshelf. Books I am considering for my thesis list go in a stack on my desk. Books I am currently reading go all over the place. I spend way too much time walking around my apartment looking for where I last set a book down.
- Sometimes I like to smell my books before I start reading them. Like really stick my face into the pages and smell them. Once, I licked one.****
- I try to keep my books out of reach of animals. In high school, my dog ate half my copy of The Monkey Wrench Gang. Later that same year, an iguana peed on my biology text book.*****
That’s all I can think of. What are your reading quirks?
*Actually I’m not sure if I personally think this or if I just think I think it because my mom reads this way and when I was a kid, I assumed my mom was the unquestionable expert on anything having to do with books. She reads a lot.
**It saddens me that the Internet has made encyclopedia sets more or less obsolete. Encyclopedias make the best forts.
***Okay, I also don’t read the forwards in books for school. But if someone references a forward in class, I will still totally nod like I know exactly what they are talking about and agree fully with what they have said.
****I don’t remember the title of the book I licked. But I remember the action. Now that I’m thinking about it, I may have bitten down on said book as well. Now that I’m thinking about it, I kind of want to put a book in my mouth right now. This is weird.
*****This is why we can’t have nice things.