This week the bloggers of The Broke and the Bookish urge us to use our blogs as confessionals:
"Anything! You dog ear, you hated a book but said you loved it, you have $500 library fines...anything goes!"
So, in no particular order, here are my confessions (don't forget to check out the rest):
- I break spines (but only on paperbacks).
- I buy most of my books second hand, meaning the authors don’t get any royalties from me.
- Give me a book and unless I specifically asked you to give it to me I will, in all likelihood, return it and use the credit to buy a book I know I'll want to keep.
- Back in my student days (when I was pretty much broke) I would buy books, read them and return them to the book-store.
- I have been known to check out 20 library books at once... and return 19 of them unopened.
- Back when I was studying English. Lit., I read several classic novels and wrote admiring and glowing essays about them that got full marks from the teachers, but in actuality I hated several of them. Bleak House and Wuthering Heigths are two examples. WH I still hate, but BH is proving to be a delightful reread so far. I think it was mostly its length I objected to in the beginning.
- I borrowed a book from my mother in 2010 and still haven’t returned it.
- I only keep one in about 10 books I buy.
- I have excused myself from attending parties and other events because I wanted to read a particularly interesting book.
- My uncle returned The Lord of the Rings to me looking like it was chewed on by a dog. I forgave him for that. I still haven’t forgiven him for returning it in that condition and having the temerity to not even have finished it. That was 20 years ago.
The others are included because other people may find them shaming.