I finally finished reading the biography of Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson. It took forever to read it. But now I'm back to fiction; my forte. Yesterday, I was going through all these books in my bookshelf. It's always tough to decide on what to read next. I glanced at many books I hadn't read. And then I just picked 'The Fault in our Stars' to re-read it for the third time. I read any book I want anytime. It's just one of those days when you no longer believe that you can read one book in one day. One of those days when you don't believe whether you really love reading or is it just something you like to say. One of the days where you're at the lowest level of your reading slump. It's mentally fixating and demotivating when you lose that reading spree. But as I started TFIOS, I got the spark back. It felt perfect and amazing. It was something very natural. I bet that if I'd have started any new book, I wouldn't have gotten the book ninja spirit back. So, yay to John Green. Hopefully, my book slump is coming to an end.
Apart from the quirk of reading anything anytime, there are a few other quirks. I never prepare a monthly To-Be-Read list. Because I read as per my often-occurring mood swings, it becomes quite difficult to decide on what to read next. So it's never pre-determined. I go through these lists of other readers and I just don't get it. It's like declaring future. How can anyone stick to a set of books for a period? It's totally beyond me.
When I'm busy with studies or assignments, I read less. I don't have that compulsive need to finish a book in one seating. Some books, sure. During holidays, sure. On boring days when there's nothing to do, sure. But during routine days, it's impossible. It's literally impossible to keep that commitment to reading five hours a day. It's sad but it's an ugly fact.
I read daily. Even if it's just for about 15 minutes, I read. It's a chain I can't dream of breaking. Another weird thing is that I happen to read more during exams. It just somehow reduces tension and I succeed at my secret profession of an escape artist. So, no matter what, that little bit of reading before going to sleep helps a lot.
Another freakish thing is about lending books. I hate lending books. There, I've said it. I care about my books more than I care about some people. I hate it when people don't return books back or worse return them ruined. I hate dog-eared pages. I hate anything written or spilled on them. I just hate all of it. I lend books only to my friends who share this obsession. So we're a pack of nerds.
What are your cute little bookish quirks?