♥ Top Ten Bookish Confessions ♥
This week's is a freebie, which is a good one to get back into it with, I suppose. :)
- I've never read a "classic" outside of required school reading. And even then, I only remember reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I swear I had to have read more than that throughout high school and college, right? I remember attempting to read Oliver, but only getting 7 pages in multiple times over and just hoping against hope that the movie was close to the book. And anytime someone says "If you had *insert teacher's name here*, then you had to have read *insert title here*," I'm like "No, I really haven't read it." And I had great grades... I can't figure this one out. lol
- I am not a huge fan of reading outside. *ducks for cover* Seriously. Sunlight. White pages. Reflection. Ouch. Plus, I get distracted very easily by all the outdoor sounds.
- I refuse to read in the bathtub ever since I dropped The Witch of Blackbird Pond in the tub when I was in fifth grade. Yep. That's a long time with no bathtub reading. And I still own that exact water-logged copy of that book... so I'll have evidence to show my kids when I tell them no and they ask why. Okay... I won't tell them no. I'll just tell them they have to choose a book they don't "care" if they ruin? lol
- I can no longer read Nicholas Sparks. I used to love them. And I enjoyed the movies I've seen that have been based on his books (whether I've read them or not). But recently I attempted it (as in sometime in the past six-ish months). And all I could think was, "Yep. He's going to meet her and fall in love. But they're going to have some sort of complication from their respective baggage they've brought with them. But they will work it out and live forever happily." And while this is a very broad generalization, I'm sure, I just felt like it was formulaic and I don't think I want that anymore. Yes, the story itself will be different... different people/situations/etc, but the layout seems the same.
- Sometimes, I don't like to read. This past year I've discovered something about myself. I do love reading. And I love books. And I love authors. But sometimes... sometimes I just don't want to read. I don't want to think that much or for that long. There are times when I just don't have the mental capacity to process a book and all its happenings.
- I'm getting better at being less judgy of book-to-movie adaptations and seeing them as entirely separate entities. I *still* want everyone to read the books (preferably first, not after the movie), and I still want all the important stuff to be conveyed through the film, but as I tell my kids "You can't always get what you want." :)
- I read, and liked, the entire Twilight series. But then... they made the movies. And... yeah. I wouldn't consider myself a "Twi-hard" or whatnot, but still. *shudder*
- I did not like Gone Girl. The book. Didn't see the movie, and don't plan to. But I sincerely thought the book wasn't good and felt gypped. I mean, I wasted time on reading a book that everyone raved about. The writing annoyed me and there wasn't a single likeable character. And no redeeming traits whatsoever.
- It's been two months since I've read a book I haven't read before. Seriously. I reread (audio) AG Howard's Splintered and Unhinged in anticipation for Ensnared (which I now own but have yet to actually START), but I haven't read an actual new-to-me book in over two months. I think I must be dying.
- Sometimes I lie about books. What I mean is that I'm really pretty picky about who I will let borrow my books. So sometimes, when someone says "Hey, I really want to read *insert title here*, could I maybe borrow it if you own it?"... I'll say no. I don't own it. Someone else has it already. It's at the bindery. My dog ate it. ANYTHING so as not to put that book in the hands of the person asking. I know, I know. I could just say no, I don't lend my books out to the likes of you. But I'm not for hurting people's feelings if it can be avoided. And besides, I always offer to track it down through the library for them to borrow. At least then it won't be my book they are getting food on, dog-earing the pages of, or throwing around like a rag doll. (Or, in my worst experiences and probably what made me this way: not returning my Huck Finn book (and then pretending she had no clue what I was talking about) or getting cigarette ash in the middle of my Harry Potter book... seriously not joking... cigarette ash! Nothing against smokers, but I don't smoke and I don't want cigarette ash in my books... *sigh*. )
Omg I could have written this list haha. Numbers 4, 7 and 10 especially. Loved this :-)
ReplyDeleteHAHA... it's great when we find those we share these with. :)
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