This kind of goes along with the “readers live a thousand lives” quote but it’s so true. You can really almost travel anywhere though the words of a book. I remember reading a book about old Greek cities or something and the next day it was the Double or Nothing question on Cash Cab. So, yeah. I’m a Cash Cab winner because of reading. Kinda.
I have so much random miscallaneous knowledge now thanks to reading. (Also thanks to Nancy Drew computer games but those fantastic things have no place in today’s post…) Reading has also allowed me to experience so many things that I wouldn’t normally because I am a socially awkward and anxious teenager who stresses over interaction. Having a family that can never afford to go to fancy places is another reason I read. I can experience the worlds of so many cultures and people so easily because of novels. I think it’s made me a more empathetic, understanding person willing to try and imagine life in another’s shoes.
I do this all the time now! I always ask people “what would you rate this between one and five stars?” And of course, they wouldn’t be allowed to pick halves because you can’t do that on Goodreads! *evil laughter*
Whenever people ask me what I thought about something my reply is “x stars.” Real descriptive, Bec. Real descriptive and helpful. Yet it is the way I think now. Imagine me as a vet. “How bad do you think the pain will be for poor little Susie the furball?” “Well I say three, maybe for out of five.”
“It will be fun,” they said. “It will be a hobby, they said.” Just. No. IT’S MY ENTIRE LIFE NOW.
Alise really hit the nail on the head with that gif and sentence(s). I started blogging for fun. Then I joined Alise here. So I’m blogging on TWO blogs. While studying a massive course at uni full time. I barely have enough time to read a book a week, let alone live what most average people would call a life. When (if) I get a job it’s going to be worse… Blogging, I love you, but why must you take so much work?
If my pile was actual matter and it fell over, it would crush me. And about five other people.
My tbr pile is on a bookshelf so its chances of killing me or my sisters is lower than Alise’s. However it is running out of space very very quickly. I can’t stop buying books. It really hurts my bank account and I kind of wish I could stop and read them all, but it’s impossible. Every day I blog I discover something new I decide I wouldn’t mind having on my shelf and eventually I’m going to live in a cave of books that will fall and crush me. I am 90% certain that’s what a crystal ball would show me.
“Hey have you read SHADOW AND BONE?”
“356 pages, published by Henry Holt on June 5th, 2012 in hardcover?”
One of my organisational OCD bloggy things is writing down all the stats I wouldn’t really look at. I tend to know all the variations of covers, the author, the release date, publisher, and all those random stats we put at the top of the reviews. It’s quite unnecessary but I think I might just like gloating to my friends a little about my superior knowledge
It is all I can do when I’m in Barnes & Noble and I see a woman obviously torn between books not to say something. I just want to tell everyone what to read, okay?
It’s so hard to restrain myself from commenting when I overhear people talking. I am incredibly shy though so my voice tends to stop working, but you can bet that I have a commentary running in my head about the books people pick up.
And they probably will be better friends than humans. Just don’t go too far and talk to them in public like they actually exist. Then we have a problem.
Sometimes even talking to your actual real life friends (the few we bookworms have) can cause problems. Apparently my old friends didn’t like hearing about all these awesome things my favourite people did.
“What is today? Oh, that’s right-it’s Waiting on Wednesday?”
Thinking in memes is so much easier too. I can barely remember the day it is normally. But memes? Memes are no problem!
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