Oh, come on. You knew eventually I would succumb to thrusting my own “bookish obsessions” into the book world. Just try to power through it, okay? Okay.
Ahem. Now, where’s that speech I prepared? Ah. Here we go…
As bookwyrms, we’re kind of labeled as the weirdos of the bunch for our odd obsessions when it comes to books. Or maybe that’s me. We sniff the new books (to make sure they’re new enough?) and we sniff the old books (to make sure they’re old enough?). Hell, we even buy those weird book-scented candles to fill our homes with the aroma. Aside from that, we cry and scream at the injustices on the pages and fall in love with fictional characters we’ve only known through words. We throw books but scream when someone rips out (or, gods forbid, dogears) the pages. We order our shelves but still hide books in the most awkward of places (this literally can’t just be me).
But all of these weird obsessions are what make us amazing. They’re what connect us. So, I’m happy to shove my bookish obsessions amongst the bulk of them.
The smell of books… Just kidding! I’m not that predictable.
When the book title appears in the book.
The more challenging this is, the better. I’m not talking “The Hunger Games” here because, of fucking course this is what we’ll be referencing the whole book. I’m talking about the chill I got as Cersei Lannister said “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.” I SCREAMED. I paused the audiobook, turned to my coworker and tried to express how incredibly happy I was that this happened (thank God I work with fellow book lovers). Seriously when this happens, I’m like Lucille Bluth every single time Gene Parmesan “fools her” with his terrible costumes.
I say this as my current bookshelves look a hot ass mess. I don’t even have enough space for all of my books right now, so they’re all kind of haphazardly thrown here and there. My heart belongs to the pretty bookshelves organized by color. While this is something I would never do because I’m pretty anal about series being together and have my own little system for my shelves, I LOVE seeing someone else pull it off.
AKA The Second Reason I Can’t Wait to Be a Homeowner (second only to adopting a cat, duh). This is 100% life goals right here. I really just want a nice, quiet place where I can hide away from the world while reading to the sounds of Rainy Mood. Is that too much to ask? Apparently…
More specifically, in used bookstores and libraries. Fun fact: I used to work in the libraries at both of my undergrad universities. Those were the most magical experience of my life. I wish real jobs in that field didn’t require a Master’s. Does it look like I want to go back to school and accrue even more debt >_> Nah. Nah, fam.
One day, I will have enough photography skills to show you what I’m talking about. But… for my birthday this year, my sister actually made me some bookmarks of all of my faves– Woody from Toy Story, Idris Elba (love of my life), Sadness from Inside Out, and Frank from How to Get Away With Murder to name a few.
Neil Gaiman’s voice… fite me
AKA when your fave author reads her/his own book.
That euphoric feeling of…
“This is it. This is my baby, and I will cut anyone who tries to take this precious cinnamon roll away from me. YOU WILL HAVE TO PRY HIM/HER FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS.” This is usually followed up with me stopping every once in a while to mutter an expletive (in awe, of course).
- read: me a la mid-Simon Vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda, All of Saga, and All of A Darker Shade of Magic
Escaping into a world and not wanting to come back
There is just something euphoric about staying up until 4:30 am to read a book even though you have to be out of the house on your way to work by 5:27 am (and that’s not just the lack of sleep talking). When you don’t want to come back to reality because you’re so engrossed in the fictional world being built before you? That’s when you know an author is truly a master at their craft. After all, who needs sleep when you’re livin’ la vida loca in your new favorite world?
A mutual hate (or love) for a book or series.
Perhaps I’ve become more bitter with age, but I find it better to bond over books I dislike rather than books I like. Might I introduce you to Liam’s snark-filled analysis of Throne of Glass for reference (I know it’s like the umpteenth time I’ve linked this on my blog. Shut up. You’re obsessed.) But this gave me so much life. Sure, I never actually finished the damn book… Like, bless Liam’s heart for continuing that. But one day I will just to reread over his level of snark for *THE* Assassinliest Assassin in ALL of Assassin Land.
Meeting your magical merperson of an author
… and staring at them like an absolute idiot.
- read: my entire experience at BookCon/BEA. I seriously almost bumped into Kendare Blake and couldn’t find the words to say “Sorry, excuse me” because I was too busy wondering how tf I was worthy enough to even be in her presence. Also, seeing Daniel Older the day after he found out he was a NYT Bestselling author and trying not to be that weirdo girl who just clapped every single time she saw him. Also, trying not to cry in front of Stiefvater. Basically, I’m a goddamn mess.
Guys, do you have one of these posts yet? I wanna read them! If not, what are some of your bookish obsessions?