Ten Things I’m Afraid Of

I’m reading Code Name Verity right now – I’m about 36% done, as per the Kindle, so I have a pretty long way to go. But the narrator just updated her list of her fears and in commiseration, I will put down a list of mine here. After that I will get back to the book and boy, will I finish it! There’s just so much to read!

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  1. I’m afraid of dying without reading all the books I want to read. Alternatively, I’m afraid of reading all the books I’ve ever wanted; that would be terrible, too.
  2. Growing up (not growing old, mind you). Growing up comes with a price; I’m not sure if I’m grown up enough to understand that. I have the Peter Pan syndrome and I’m quite delighted about it.
  3. Too many people.
  4. This aforementioned fear has evolved into never having any time to myself. With facebook, whatsapp, gmail, texting – I can’t stay away from people, even when I want to. And that is frustrating.
  5. Not being able to travel.
  6. Losing my parents
  7. Someone messing up my bookshelf/cupboard/drawers (this is mostly OCD, I know)
  8. Dropping/scratching/breaking my Kindle
  9. Lizards. How could I forget these guys? These vile vermins. Ughh.
  10. The friendship between the Boy and me changing – this is my number one fear right now. We’ve been apart for a long while now.

I will update this list, of course. 🙂

I will get back to my book now. Have happy Sunday, people!

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My Rules for Reading

I have a godawful mood right now, and I can’t believe that I’m turning to my blog for venting. I’ve done this in the past, and it hasn’t ended well – I’ve abandoned over three blogs in order to attain the overrated “peace of mind”. However, I won’t vent. No, I absolutely won’t. Instead I will write a post on the personal rules for reading that I have. This is inspired by a Book Riot post.

Here we go!

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  1. I treat books like people. This also means there are a selective few I can befriend; I often dislike the most popular ones; I take a long time to open up to them.
  2. When I buy/get a new book, I’ve got to read it first. Nobody borrows my new book.
  3. Talking about borrowing – I have a list of people who’ve borrowed what book. And people who don’t return my books are doomed to go to Reading Hell. Also, you must never fold/dog-ear/tear/write on my books. NEVER.
  4. The only time you can write in my book is when you gift it to me. I like personalized messages on the first page but never on the contents page.
  5. I don’t dog-ear. I use bookmarks. When I don’t have a bookmark around me, I remember the page number but I never dogear pages.
  6. While reading a hardbound, I remove the dustjacket.
  7. Never read more than one book at a time. I can’t divide my attention between books.
  8. I love my Kindle and roll my eyes like a baboon if I’m told that real books are the real deal. Hell yes, they are! But babe, moneydon’tgrowontrees.
  9. That being said, certain books I cannot read on the Kindle. Like The Lord of the Rings and the Game of Thrones.
  10. I cannot watch a movie adaptation unless I’ve read the book. It feels like I’ve betrayed the author.
  11. I read about one-third of a book and if I don’t like it, I abandon it. I may go back to it later, giving it the benefit of the doubt. I treat people this way too. If I don’t find you interesting by our third meeting, I’m sure I’d dislike you. So get back to that bookshelf.
  12. I (used to) collect bookmarks.
  13. Always a book in the bag I’m carrying.
  14. I cannot wrap my head around the idea of audiobooks, unless you’re blind or you can’t read.
  15. The smell of books (new, crisp pages or old, yellowed ones) always makes my mood better. So I do that often.
  16. I shamelessly update Goodreads. It’s the Foursquare of books but who cares, it’s phenomenal!
  17. I make lists about books.
  18. I talk to my favourite books.
  19. Always read in a boring class.
  20. Always have crushes on favourite characters and write copious notes on them.
  21. Lastly, the best reading I do is when the lights are off and I read with the cellphone light – the book on my tummy and the cellphone on my chest. I’ve finished many-a-books like this.

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