Ok, so I’m pretty sure that many of these bad bookworm habits are specific to me, but this is my blog, so I’m allowed to write whatever I want.
It’s not always easy being a bookworm. Especially for those of us who have less than high brow tastes, or whom occasionally retreat back to childhood. There’s nothing quite like having to lie to your peers about reading something cool, when in fact you’ve just finished rereading Comet in Moominland for the thousandth time (if you’ve not read Comet in Moominland, I urge you to go and get it now. It’s not necessarily the best of the moomin books, but it’s the least weird – and it’s pretty weird – but it’ll ease you in). Or having to pretend to the bookshop assistant that you’re buying The Magic Faraway Tree for a young relative. Or having to pretend you’re reading Twilight ironically.
Anyway. Here’s a list of things I do that’s hindering me from the Ultimate Bookworm Goal (which, btw, is to read all the books):
1 – Rereading
Rereading in itself isn’t a bad thing at all. I’ve found that bookworms fall into a couple of categories when it comes to rereading – those that don’t reread ever ever ever, and those (me) that reread obsessively.
I think the main reason I reread is that I cannot wait to find out what happens. Which means I frequently find myself up all damn night because I can’t wait to discover the murderer/the secret of life/that the second twin was dead all along.
God forbid someone lends a book and tells me that the twist at the end is epic. Aliens could invade; my rabbit could start talking; my leg could fall off: I wouldn’t stop reading until I know. Which leads me to bad bookworm habit no. 2…
2 – Speed/skim reading
If you are an actual speed reader, Like Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds, go ahead. I’m envious. I am not. I get a book in record time because I have not, in fact, read it properly. This is probably why I enjoy rereading so much – does it even count as rereading if you didn’t read it properly in the first place?
Seriously, I even skipped the troll in the dungeon in HP. Quirrell’s announcement is only one line long and tagged on the end of a paragraph I had clearly deemed not worth my time. I had to go back to find out why everyone was panicking. Often I miss the twist, or it doesn’t make any sense because I didn’t really read most of the beginning and middle of the book.
Luckily there is a cure. It’s called slowing the hell down. Oh, and giving myself a bedtime so WHATEVER HAPPENS I have to stop reading and turn the light out. Unless I’ve reached a good bit.
3 – Hovering
I’m 83% sure we all do this. Even lent a book to a friend? Ever hovered over hem, wide-eyed, whilst they read, desperate for any sign that they’re enjoying it/learning from it/getting their heart ripped out? Me too.
It ain’t cool. If you give someone a gift, you don’t want to be the person asking where it is all the time. Just leave them be. And if they don’t like the book, sod ’em.
4 – Only reading one book at a time
Hahahaha…if only. I WISH I was the kind of person that only read one book at a time. At any given time I’ll probably be reading one Harry Potter book and at least one Terry Pratchett. I’m generally also reading something I picked up from a charity shop and a scary detective novel my mum recommended and said wasn’t scary.
It’s not necessarily a bad thing to read more than one book at once, but it can get confusing and you can end up accidentally abandoning
5 – Not reading outside your preferred genre
Obviously, there are worse crimes. Murder, for example. But don’t box yourself into a specific genre, or probably more common, don’t refuse to read, for example, fantasy because it’s not your thing. See also YA. It gets a lot of bad rap. And don’t avoid Twilight – it’s currently trendy to hate Twilight but *pulls out soapbox and dusts it off* I FREAKING LOVED THEM. Possibly because there’s soooo much extra reading available on the back story etc. I would pick Twilight over LOTR (to read – the reverse is true re. films) any time because Twilight is a fun and light caper and super easy to read. In LOTR everything takes FOREVER and Legolas. Never. Stops. Singing. Christ.
This is one of those posts I began writing thinking that I’d have tonnes to write about, for reasons best known to myself. Tbh, bookworms, you do you. If you want to speed read (or skim read, which I suppose is technically what I’m doing) 27 books at once, you go for it (but don’t come crying to me when you can’t remember who anyone is – although who cares? Reread).
I was born a bookworm, but have only recently really got back into the swing of reading a lot. You definitely need to make time for it if you want to read a lot. In Stephen King’s SWELL book On Writing he says that he always has books with him so he can read in queues, in parks, on trains and so on. I’m currently in possession of too small a handbag to do this, but if it’s good enough for Stephen King and Rory Gilmore, it’s good enough for me.
The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton. I think I’m enjoying it, although
I’m not enjoying the dead dog and escaped bird. At all. It just seems uncalled for. Come on, Jessie, that poor whippet was innocent. Next up is Sculptors Daughter, which is Tove Jansson’s (she wrote the moomins) autobiography. I’ve borrowed it from my dad and he warned me that it’s seriously weird. I’m excited.