Everybody loves confessions, right?
Something about spilling our deepest, darkest secrets always seems to get the excitement buzzing, doesn’t it? I’m not sure what it is, but realizing that other people are just as flawed and screwed up as I am is always so appealing. Or maybe it’s not that serious and we’re just talking books, here. That’s okay too.
Well, now it’s my turn to join in the fun. Time to get down and dirty and reveal to you my deepest, darkest, most private EVER Bookish Confessions.
I Hate Hardbacks
Okay fine, that’s not true. I actually really like hardback books. BUT. What I hate is when a book is available ONLY in hardback! Aaaaaaaah! You’re not fooling me, publishers! I KNOW you always put your most hyped releases out only in hardback, essentially forcing me to pay double to get in on the glory. No. NOOOOOO. No. Nononononono. I won’t do it. I will sit on my money like an ornery child and wait however long necessary for that softback to come out. Or until the hardback is severely reduced in price. Because forcing people to pay more by only giving them one option is rude.
Ugly Covers > Good Book
I’m shallow, we know this. How shallow? I won’t look into a book, even if it’s actual content is being praised from the rooftops, if I think the cover is ugly. Case in point, anything by V.E. Schwab. I know. I KNOW. But I just really, really, REALLY dislike the color red, okay you guys? And the stark black and white contrasts always make me think Adult Thriller, which I am just not a fan of. Trust me, I realize I am missing out on something amazing. It’s also why I have a ton beautiful, yet truly awful, books on my shelf. Someday I’ll get over it, because, despite how it may sound, I really DO want to read some of these books. It’s just so difficult when my very limited book money can go toward something so much prettier…
I’m A Slow Reader
Ya’ll want to know how many books I put on my Goodreads Challenge this year? I’m honestly a little afraid to even mention it since I’m pretty sure I’ll lose all credibility as a Real Reader. But whatevs, man. You can’t bring me down.
I put 10 books on my Goodreads Challenge. Now, granted, I’ve already surpassed that number. BUT, the point is to show my mindset at the time of when I chose my number, because at the time I really had no idea how things would go and I didn’t want just one more thing to stress out about. I suppose as far as actual reading speed goes, I’m fairly average. I can finish an interesting YA book in 2-4 days, depending on length. But I’m not the kind of person who can finish one book and immediately jump into another. I just have too many other things I need and want to DO that take up my time. Thus, I don’t read nearly as many books as other bloggers do.
I Lose Bookmarks
I know, might not sound like much of a confession, but I really have to get this one off my chest, guys. Because the truth is I LOVE bookmarks! There are soooo many different types out there, and some of them are really beautiful or adorable! I mean, someday I’d like to create bookmarks for my own series! But…I lose them. Like, way too easily, and it’s really quite pathetic. So as gorgeous and lovely as some bookmarks are, I always pine over them from afar, force myself to pass them by and use whatever random receipt is floating around my purse instead.
Love Triangle < Instalove
You guys remember that horribly stressful Tag Cait did a few days ago? Yeah, that one. I realized I’m in the vast minority in that I actually prefer Instalove to Love Triangles. And not just when someone is holding a knife to my neck and forcing me to choose. Like, for the most part, I don’t much have TOO much of a problem with them. Would I prefer a more realistic, slow burn romance? Yes. Yes, I would. But when we all KNOW the romance is going to happen anyway, I’d rather we just get right to it, as opposed to a horribly long, drawn out ‘Who should I choooooooose?’ sub-plot, a la Love Triangles.
My Bookshelf Is Shameful
Real confession: Up until about 3 months ago, I didn’t even OWN a bookshelf. Yeah. At least not a fiction bookshelf. Instead, I had one in my craft room filled completely with writing-sewing-drawing reference books. All of my actual genre books? Stuffed in a box. Or stacked my nightstand. I’m pretty sure one or two even made it under the bed at one point. And now that I have a bookshelf, it’s honestly not much better. You know all those pretty shelves all over bookstagram with the overflowing, color-coordinated shelves, so beautiful and drool-worthy? Yeah, take the exact OPPOSITE of that and you’ll have my shelf. The truth is, if I don’t 4-Star a book/series, I have a really difficult time justifying keeping it around. And apparently, I’m difficult to please because, at the moment, I think I have maybe…2 series that I’m actually serious about keeping. It’s bad.
So now you know. Has your illusions of me just been positively shattered? Well, what can I say, we’re all human. Ish.
Still, I hope none of these were too horrendous to bear. I know I’ve bared my soul a few times before on my blog, but phew! This was something else, you know? And since I’m a glutton for punishment there may be a Round 2 in the works later on down the road. Apparently I have a lot to confess.
Do you have your own bookish secrets to share? What’s the worst confession you’ve ever heard. Am I the only one who feels this strongly about hardbacks??