Top Ten Bookish Confessions
Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created over at The Broke and the Bookish which I adore and therefore chose to adopt into my weekly blog posts!
We’re all friends here, right? No judging? If you promise then go ahead and read my bookish confessions. I just hope you won’t stop being my friend because in my head some of them are truly terrible.
I totally judge a book by it’s cover. Don’t get me wrong I don’t ever look at a book, hate the cover, and decide not to read it but I do scan shelves at the book store and pick up the books with covers that stand out to me. Shame!
Sometimes, I like the movie more than the book. It’s a rare occurrence but I enjoyed The Princess Bride film significantly more than the novel and only recently read Stardust by Neil Gaiman and felt the same.
I love trashy vampire lit. Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Mary Janice Davidson? Sign me up. I once saw a cartoon of a bookseller commenting to a customer on how Laurell K. Hamilton’s first books were good but then they just turned into stories with…um..relations with shape shifters & vampires. In the next picture it shows the customer holding a leaning tower of Laurell K. Hamilton novels. That’s me, totally.
I become drastically more upset when an animal is abused or killed in a book than when a human is. I’m not sure what this says about me as a person but I always want to scream “WHY IS THAT NECESSARY?!” when that sort of thing happens. Anna Dressed in Blood SPOILER ALERT: This book contained people being massacred and I just kept reading without (metaphorically) blinking an eye, but when the cat died? FORGET IT. I was MAD.
I totally judge you by what you’re reading. I am a librarian and therefore it is a severe NO NO to judge someone by their book choices, but sometimes I can’t help it. When you come up to me asking for your book on hold that just happens to be 50 Shades Darker and you want to spend 20 minutes talking to me about how awesome this book is? Just no. Stop. Please.
I have read a pathetic amount of so called “classic” novels. I know what they are, I know why they’re awesome but for the most part they continue to remain unread on my beautiful bookcases. Rory Gilmore would be ashamed.
I never use a bookmark, yet I probably own a hundred. Being a reader people always think “Oh let’s buy her a bookmark” for her birthday/Christmas/Wednesday but guess what? I usually end up using a gum wrapper or simply commit what page I am on to memory.
I really love my e-reader and no, I don’t think the popularity of e-readers will make libraries and books in print obsolete. I also kind of judge you if you do. Readers will always be readers and a true lover of literature loves to hold the physical book in their hands and smell the pages. I own both digital and print copies of books I truly love.
I have irrational feelings toward some books and feel a little tinge of jealousy when people I know read and/or want to discuss them (see: Harry Potter). These feelings also go for non-readers who try to discuss books and have a completely different opinion than my own, RAGE.
My number one book confession and there really are only a handful of people that know this because I am so ashamed…
Dear Kitty: I hate The Diary of Anne Frank. Wait, Wait! Let me explain! I completely appreciate the heart wrenching and horrific details of this story and cannot even begin to imagine the harrowing circumstances that led to the writing of this diary. I also think there are many factors that go into my loathing of the book. I believe it’s mostly due to the fact that I was forced to read it over and over again in both high school and college. I am obsessed with Shakespeare and can’t stand Romeo and Juliet for this same reason. Please, don’t judge me and think me heartless, I am ashamed enough as it is.
Woo, that was hard! Perhaps reading your book confessions will make me feel better about my own…