There are books you randomly pick out and then realize you’ve fallen in love with it — the plot, the characters, the setting, everything. Then there are books you see everyone raving about and you go buy it, only to want to chuck it out the window by the time you’re through with it. (Or maybe you’re only halfway done when you decide to chuck it, anyway.) But those are your books. You picked them, you paid for them, you own them. They are yours, for better or for worse (until someone comes along and you decide to give away those books you realize you don’t like anymore / you didn’t like after the first couple of pages). The question is: What do you do with all these books? Followed by another question: What wouldn’t you do to your books? I know I wouldn’t do these, even if the book appalled me:
HIGHLIGHT SOME TEXTS
Maybe it’s just me, but I want my book to be as pristine as it was the day I bought/received them. *pause* Yeah, okay. It’s probably just me.
FOLD A CORNER OF A PAGE AS A BOOKMARK
NO. Just… no. It’s like giving the book a scar or something. I know how dramatic that sounds but there you go. Not a fold, not even a teeny tiny crease on any of its pages. Books are sacred, all right?
LEND THEM TO SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T LOVE BOOKS
I have long given up in trying to keep track of how many books I have “lost” because they were never returned to me. As a result, I am more careful of who borrows my books.
STUFF THEM INSIDE MY BAG
I worry about it getting smooshed or bent (misshapen?), so I just carry them by hand. Never mind that I’m in the mall, walking around and around. Better safe than sorry. I don’t want that book looking mangled when I whip it out of my bag hours later.
PLACE THEM ANYWHERE, ESPECIALLY THE GROUND, EVEN FOR AN INSTAGRAM PHOTO
Not gonna lie: I did that a few times over here. You should’ve seen me before and after taking that picture.
The before: Me staring at the ground, fidgety and really uncomfortable. If I lay it down there on the pavement, some debris might scratch it. So I fidget around some more.
The after: I scoop up the book, frantically dusting off any and all dirt (real or imaginary). For good measure, I wipe the book clean. That was the last time I took photos of my books lying on the ground, be it outside on a pavement or on the floor of my room.
What about you? What sort of quirks do you have when it comes to your books?