There was an interesting post over at the Lit Blog Co-op the other day.
I’m the kind of reader who reads at lunch and before bed. When I have to stop reading even though I don’t want to, I keep telling myself the story in the interim, until I can pick up the book again and find out what really happened. I sometimes feel guilty when I’m reading because I’m not writing, even though I know most writers read way more than they write. I have been known to judge a book by the first sentence (bad days) or paragraph (more generous but still bad days). And I’m always a hard judge of the last sentence. I hate the kind of book you can forget having read. I no longer read books I don’t want to. I don’t feel guilty about not reading them either. I don’t even feel guilty anymore for not finishing a book that just isn’t cutting it. But I always finish a book I’m into before I start the next one, as a matter of professional courtesy. Every book seems like an unbelievably complex and rich possibility before I crack the spine. Every book has the potential to be The One (which, in bookland, really doesn’t exist).
So, what kind of reader am I? I’m the kind of reader who reads whenever she can snatch even just a minute to read. I listen to audio books. I read the newspaper, blogs, news stories on yahoo, reviews…pretty much anything I can get my eyeballs (or ears as the case may be) on. I feel guilty when I don’t like a book, but I feel guilty when I put it down. I have been known to judge a book by it’s cover, it’s first sentence, the first paragraph…shoot, the first word. If my brain fuzzes over after the first few words I will put it down. I feel guilty when I have chores to do but I’m reading instead. I love the feel of a new book, the smell of it’s pages, the sound the crisp paper makes. I love the unknown territory of a new book. The new people I will meet, the new experiences I will share. I love to tell others about books I loved and hope that they will love them too. I am a polygamist when it comes to books, I read anything and everything, it doesn’t matter how many books I have going. (I am a monogamist everywhere else I have an on-going love affair with words that I hope never ends.
So, what kind of reader are you?