My Bookish Confessions is a new feature here at Such A Novel Idea. I started this weekly feature to reveal some of my secret quirks when it comes to all things books.
My Bookish Confession (5)
I physically can’t bring myself to read my books that are signed by the author.
I feel kind of like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when it comes to my books. I know a lot of people are obsessed with keeping their books in perfect condition. Not me. I want them to be loved. Touched. Highlighted. A worn book shows you care (IMO) not that you don’t value it. Unless you’re one of these people.
And then you’re a murderer.
But, I digress.
So, I am pretty willy nilly with my books. They are thrown around and put on shelves however. If a corner gets bent on a page, no big deal. Just shows the journey we took together.
SO imagine my surprise when I got my first signed book this summer.
And I put it on the top shelf. And couldn’t bring myself to take it down or open it up or do anything to mess it up. And, now months and MANY signed books later, they are all on that shelf. Just hanging out, all lonely like the gang from Toy Story 3 when they are headed for the attic.
I have even bought the e-books in addition to the signed books. That way I can keep the signed copy in perfect condition and still read the book.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My brain says that the books want to be loved, to be held and read and cherished. But my heart just wants them to be revered a little, I suppose.
So, that’s my eccentric quirk for the week. What’s YOUR bookish confession?