Being a bookworm has never been something I’ve minded. How could I? I loved reading too much to care if I was teased for it, and I really wasn’t. (Unless I blocked it out. This is always an unnerving idea.)
I did get in trouble for reading under the covers past bedtime as a kid. This happened most nights. However, I was never (or almost never) called for reading other books in school, which, in retrospect, is kind of suprising.
But being a chronic reader does have some other problems.
1. I will always discover words that I technically know and may even have used in writing, but apparently have never heard outloud, and therefore cannot fathom the correct pronunciation. Or think I have it right, but just don’t. (As I’ve learned, it’s sub-se-quent, not sub-seee-quent).
2. I get anxious when I think about how many books I want to read as soon as possible. Then I look at goodreads and see that I’m currently “reading” (which sometimes means “have been neglecting to finish for two months”) anywhere from 3 to 8 books, and despair that I will never read enough books to feel like I have read enough books. I anticipate this will be a problem for me till I die or books stop being published. Although, I expect vast libraries in heaven, and there are plenty of books for me to stress about without new releases, so, I have to deal with the fact that I will never read enough books.
3. The temptation to buy books when I haven’t read 3/4 of what I already own. Thank the stars my commute changed and I no longer walk past Open Books happy window displays every day. So. Much. Temptation.
& 4. Waiting for these releases.
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