15 Things About My Life With Books
15 Things about My Life with Books
1. I was a smart ass in school, and if I couldn’t be the best in math, I would be the best reader-damnit. Hence, my addiction to the classics. I read A Tale of Two Cities at the start of 7th grade. I can’t remember where I heard about it, but when I suggested it to my English teacher and she said it was too grown up for me, the gauntlet had been tossed. I read it and I loved it.
2. Wuthering Heights was my next Everest after ATTC.
3. There was a book in 8th grade, can’t remember the title, but it was about a girl who hated her nose and changed her name to Rose. Rose was my first feminist, and to her I will be eternally grateful.
4. Jacob Have I Loved was an obvious read for me in school. Little did I know it would be on the same shelf as my future addiction…
5. Chain Letter. Yes, that’s what I said. Chain Letter by Christopher Pike introduced a world of vocabulary, mystery, intrigue and….sex. Sex for a 13 year old was like water to a dying man. I was obsessed and utterly ashamed. I would hold my Pike books behind my back when walking by adults. I just knew that the words I was reading were going to leap off the pages and in front of my History teacher.
6. I have five large, teal plastic tubs full of books. Plastic because of the hurricanes and teal so I can find them when moving. My DH has had to move them 5 times now, and he’s never once complained, hence why he’s my DH.
7. My unabashed addiction to owning books has spilled over into my work. I own more YA books than the shelves in my classroom can hold.
8. I adopt discarded books like the Humane Society does cats. I can’t bear to see a cracked spine or a ripped cover become desolate in a dusty corner or dirty trashcan. I rescue them, nurse them back to health and then force their poor, ragged little bodies on others to treasure and adore. Every time I do this the song, Percy the Puny Poinsettia from the Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer CD plays in my head.
9. I have a dark secret…I love the big chain bookstores. As much as they are killing the little book nooks we all so love, I am drawn like a moth to the flame.
10. A girl named Becky in my 9th grade typing class gave me the book Perfect by Judith McNaught. I was a virgin to the genre. I stayed up all night, finished the book and failed my Biology test the next day. After school I went and bought three more McNaught books.
11. I’ve read one Harlequin Blaze book and still blush when I think about it.
12. I was so wrapped up in C. Pike that I wrote an excerpt from his book, Final Friends, in my boyfriend’s yearbook (something about making passionate love on a boat, bodies entangled with the ocean mist…). His mother was not pleased. This one will go down as my #2 All-Time Faux Pas.
13. I will pull over on the side of the road and read a chapter of my current book because I just can’t go another minute without knowing what happens next.
14. I will search through the shelves on the bookstore looking for a series. I am a series whore.
15. I am fascinated with biographies and feel ultra-cool when reading one. I do not, however, finish them. I have dozens of biographies and memoirs strewn through my house, all with bookmarks slid somewhere in the middle.