Today's challenge is to give 15 Book-Related Confessions:
- I used to feel guilty about DNFing books; I do not any more at all. Not a single f*ck, my friends. Life is too short.
- I have always "corrected" books in my head. I don't just mean grammar issues and whatnot here and there, but the stories themselves. As a kid, this meant I was able to 'like' a book I didn't really like, because I would just "fix" it; now it means that I read something and think, That's not how I would have done it... And my inner editor is opinionated, y'all.
- Related to that: I love to write, but I hardly ever do it. From the time I was very small, I told myself stories at night as I tried to fall asleep (which may be part of why I have trouble sleeping - if my story is good that night, I want to keep going!); but I tend to forget these stories pretty quickly, since nothing is ever written down. I need to get back into writing for pleasure, and giving Editor Misty something more substantial to chew on.
- There are characters I've met in books that I'm truly, genuinely sad not to know IRL.
- I have been known to buy or keep books I don't like, purely for the covers. Maybe I should just keep a scrapbook of the covers, or something...
- Many of you probably know this, but I organize my books by color. Yes, this looks pretty, but it also is the only way I'm able to keep track of them. I never realized just how much a visual person I was until I made the move to rainbow shelves and never looked back or had trouble locating things. (Mostly. There are times I have to search, occasionally, but they're few and far between.)
- I struggle to finish series that I love. The more emotionally-involved I am, the harder it is. Case in point: I preordered the UK edition of Monsters of Men (which came out over 3 years ago) so I would get it earlier, and still haven't read it. It's my version of putting books in the freezer.
- I don't like physical descriptions of people in books, unless it's something very significant to the story. I would much rather picture everyone myself. The same is true of the clothing they wear, music they listen to, and anything else that will eventually become dated.
- I do legitimately worry sometimes about the weight of my bookshelves.
- Book vlogging is sometimes more fun and rewarding than book blogging - for me, at least. I've found it's a format that lends itself better to discussion, which is what drew me to blogging in the first place.
- But related to that, I know that if I were more involved - and if I would just take the time to install a better comment-system - discussion potential on the blog would increase. But I'm lazy.
- Most people I know don't know that I blog. It was many, many months before anyone I physically knew found out about my blog, and even then, I kept it pretty quiet. The circle of people who know is still pretty small, 4 years later. There are probably many reasons why this is, but I'm not going to analyze them.
- I love movies based on books, even when I hate them. I understand that the movie is never anywhere near as good, and I know that the director/producers/actors visions are never going to be in line with mine, but it still feels like a chance to visit a world that, until then, was only in my head.
- I used to be really judgmental of the types of books other people read, and then when I started branching out into different genres, I sort of hid it. And then I was like, EFFFFFF THAT. Loud and proud, baby. Loud and proud: READ WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
- When I read something I want to see as a movie, I don't generally "cast it" - but I do compose a score or block out scenes and locations in my mind. I wish very much that I had the talent to make the things I see happen, so I could share it with other readers, and say, This is how I see the book; how do you see it?
I don't know that I'll be able to participate every day of the challenge, but for today, at least, I'm glad I did. What are some of your book confessions?