We say we love books. And we do, but we rarely ever treat them right. We crack their spines, we drop them in the tub, we use them in art projects, we cover their margins in hastily scribbled down notes that have nothing to do with the story, we spill food on their pages.
Why, it's downright sinful the way we mistreat our books.
|by Bob AuBuchon|
You're not like that, you say? You simply adore your books and would never, ever do wrong by them? I think the lady doth protest too much. Don't worry, we're all friends here. We won't judge.
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I often read the last page of a book before I'm halfway through to see if I'm right about a plot twist. Yes, I confess. I hate waiting to find out if my hunches are correct. So I cheat. I try to only read the very last one, but sometimes I do skim a few pages prior if I can't easily find my answer.
How about you? Do you lust after books based solely on their covers? Have a glut of paperbacks you've never read? Greedily devour a whole series in a week? Are you too lazy to finish the story you promised a friend you'd read? Do you go in to a geek rage when a complete fool says something harsh about a favorite tome? Turn green with envy when someone else gets an advanced copy of a novel you've been waiting for and you don't? Take an inordinate amount of pride in your collection?
So, 'fess up. What's your novel sin?