This week’s top ten was supposed to be Bookish Memories, but that’s also the topic of the Book Blogger Hop, and I didn’t fancy writing two of the same posts in a week, plus I wasn’t sure that I could come up with ten bookish memories.
Confessions, though? Those I have in abundance. So, here are ten, in the order I thought of them.
#10–I don’t like non-fiction
I’m not sure why, but I have DNF’d every non-fiction book I can think of. Every once in a while, I get a wild hair, and convince myself that THIS book will be different. I buy it, and I read twenty pages, and then…I never go back. I was going to read two or three non-fiction books this month…and I read zero.
I can listen to non-fiction audiobooks, though, while I can’t listen to fiction. My brain is a weird, weird place.
#9–I skim more than I would ever admit
Except I just did, didn’t I?
I don’t like descriptions. I’ve talked about that before. So, my reading is largely ‘action…dialogue…skim…skim…skim…action…skim…action…dialogue…skim…skim…’
Sometimes, I will need to go back because I’ve inadvertently skimmed over something important. I’m always chastened when that happens, and I promise that in the future, I will read all the words. But I just can’t.
#8–I judge my own reading pretty harshly
First, I am a genre girl in my bones. I love mysteries and thrillers and fantasy (of the Urban variety only, though. Orcs and Dragons need not apply). And I don’t judge myself for any of that. I like what I like.
And I promise that I don’t judge any of my book friends for what they read. I truly think that the fact that you read is all I need to claim you as my people.
However…I am a little judgy of my new love affair—heh—with Romance novels. Probably this harkens back to my teenage Harlequin Romance days. I like t think that I read *better* romance than that these days, but frankly I sometimes don’t…and that needs to be OK.
#7–I think James Patterson is a hack
I mean, cause he is. I’ll fight you on that. You can tell me that some of his earlier stuff was ‘pretty good’ and that may be…but I’ve read some of the dreck that he’s putting out these days, and the fact that he’s making untold millions writing stuff that any fifteen-year-old could spit out in a random nanowrimo is kind of galling. There are so many better authors out there, and none of them is making this kind of bank. It’s gross.
#6–I don’t read short stories, or, really, novellas
There are two reasons for this, one of which is valid and one of which is bat-shit crazy.
The first reason is that I love long-form fiction, because I’m all over character development, and I don’t think that you can really get the kinds of arcs that I’m looking for in 100 pages.
The second reason is that I can’t figure out how to count them in Goodreads. It feels like cheating to count short stories and novellas toward my yearly reading goal, but I’m enough of a completist that I want them in there somehow. Just easier to not stress over it.
#5–I hate the Stephanie Plum books
I’ve talked this one to death. Janet Evanovich isn’t quite making James Patterson money, but she’s making private jet money writing a book series full of horrible people. Again, gross.
#4–I think Stephen King needs an editor
I will not argue that the man can write. He certainly understands plot and narrative structure, and his stories are inventive and they always, on the surface, seem like things I should love.
And then I get 600 pages into a 900 page book and I just want to kill myself. Looking at you Under the Dome.
#3–I don’t miss physical books
I know all the arguments. Books feel great in your hands, and they smell fantastic, and they are works of art.
But I truly believe that my reader is better in every possible way.
I read once, and I wish I could find the quote, but it’s lost to the mists of time, that if you love books, there is no ereader that will make you happy…but if you love reading, you will never look back.
And I love reading.
#2–I do miss bookstores…but I go home and get the books elsewhere
So, when Barnes and Noble folds, it will be all my fault.
#1–I name my Kindles, and I spend as much time agonizing over it as I do with a pet.
This is in the front of my mind right now because my new Kindle Paperwhite Signature will be here tomorrow, and I have no idea what her name is. She’s blue-themed—blue case, blue mosaic-tile skin. So I’d like something that has a blue connotation…but I got nothing. I’ve been looking at girl name lists for days.
My other kindles are Friday, Bexley and Eärwen.
So that you will understand the depths I will go to for the perfect name, I’ll tell you about Eärwen. She is named after an elf in the Lord of the Rings books. This was my 11th Kindle. The German word for 11 is…elf.
I am not sure if I should be proud of that, or if I should admit myself to a mental health facility.
Do you have something to confess? I can pretend to be a priest in the comments.