If you’re a fellow book lover, you know reading comes with its quirks. Over time, I’ve realized my habits aren’t just weird—they’re borderline chaotic. So, here are my unfiltered confessions as a dedicated (and slightly unhinged) bookworm:
- Plot Detective: I always read the plot summary before diving into a book. Why? Because I need to ensure there’s enough drama to keep me hooked and that the characters are at least somewhat relatable. No relatable characters? No deal.
- Bookmark Hoarder, Page Folder: I own a million bookmarks—bought purely for their aesthetics. But do I ever use them? Nope. Instead, I fold the pages to mark my spot, but I’m so cautious about keeping the folds small that I lose my place half the time. Irony much?
- Team Physical Books: I’ve tried the Kindle route—truly, I have. But nothing compares to holding a real book in my hands. The texture, the smell, the weight of it… Sorry, Kindle fans, it’s just not for me.
- Mood Reader Extraordinaire: I can’t buy just one or two books at a time. What if I’m not in the mood for them? I need options! A variety of genres ensures that no matter what vibe I’m feeling, there’s a perfect book waiting.
- First Lines Matter: If a book doesn’t grab me within the first few lines, I’ll set it aside. BUT… I always come back to it once I’ve finished my current stack. It’s like a redemption arc for neglected reads.
- Always Prepared: I carry a book with me everywhere. Grocery store? Book. Doctor’s appointment? Book. Waiting in the car? Book. I’d much rather read than scroll aimlessly on my phone.
- Time Traveler: When I get sucked into a book, the world fades away. Time? Gone. I’ve burned dinner more times than I can count because I was too busy living in a fictional world.
- Don’t Interrupt Me: If someone talks to me while I’m reading, my irritation levels skyrocket. I either ignore them or take a deep breath to avoid snapping. And then? I have to reread the entire chapter because their interruption broke my flow.
- Solitude, Not Silence: I don’t need absolute peace and quiet to read, but I do need to be left alone. Is that too much to ask? Let me be with my bookish thoughts.
- Fictional Friendships: Sometimes I catch myself telling people relatable “stories about my friends”… only to realize they’re actually stories from a book I’ve read. Oops.
Books aren’t just stories to me—they’re experiences, friends, and a comforting escape. I’m curious: do you share any of these weird habits, or do you have your own bookish quirks? Let’s hear them in the comments!