The second Tuesday of every month is my favorite day because it’s when I share what I read last month. After last week’s Show Us Your Books link-up, I started thinking about some of the things I love and hate about reading, because it is a love/hate relationship. Don’t get me wrong – the love side is infinitely stronger, but I ain’t a damsel in distress in a bad romance novel either. Ya know the type: blinded by love and unable to see flaws or poor plotting or annoying tropey crap, she gives her youth, beauty and time to a lousy book, blissfully, unaware of the far superior books out there … within reach and free with a library card.
Nah. I’m the hero.
Okay, sometimes I am in a damsel in distress. It’s generally not book-related though, but more like I can’t reach the cat food when it’s on the top shelf.
And sadly no hunky do-gooder rescues me when I drop multiple cans on my head (has actually happened) and knock myself out (has not happened, knock on wood) from trying to reach them on my own versus asking someone of reasonable, regular height for aid.
Cuz again: I’m the hero. With dents in her head.
Weird Book Quirks of Mine
We all got them, right? Here are a few of mine
I’m an End Reader
Okay, I don’t do too often these days but when I was younger … All The Time. I’d read the first few chapters to determine its overall worthiness, then skip to the last chapter to make sure it ended well. Girl picked the right guy or the villain got his/her comeuppance or whatever ending I deemed perfect happened. Now I only do this when I’m leaning towards DNFing (did not finish) a book, then I’ll read the end. If I feel meh about it, I quit, smug in my correctness that the book was a dud. If I find myself puzzled or curious or surprised, then I back up a chapter or two and read to the end. And yes, I may have read a book (or two) from end to front. I’m weird. Hence the weird quirks of mine title.
I am Nitpicky … Sometimes
Okay, nitpicky is apparently not a word but my blog … so yes it is. And I can be horrendously nitpicky about things. Some might even say stupid things. Like, not even necessarily incorrect things, such as grammar errors or misspellings, which are hella annoying, and the kind of things a good editor (like my friend, Jana) would catch. No, I’m talking about the liberties authors take with a story (which is their right but still … ) such as using a real location but then messing up landmarks, street names, etc. that five minutes on Google would fix. Or giving a person a job that they (the author) don’t truly understand and badly misrepresenting the work or massive plot-holes that I can drive a Mac truck through, if I was actually licensed and able to drive one.
I am Happily Unaware … Sometimes
Caveat: I will blissfully ignore all of the above IF the story is so good that I don’t care or don’t even notice the boo-boos or inconsistencies or outright mistakes. Yup, all I truly care about is a great story, so I will forgive you if you accidentally write the main character enjoys ocean views from her Pasadena apartment or your main character, a waitress at Denny’s, earns enough to rent a 1-bedroom apartment on the beach in Malibu (think high 2k to 3k) and isn’t a prostitute or drug dealer or secret heiress. I LOLed just typing that but I’ll believe if you amaze me with your vivid characters, tight plotting and crazy good story.
I Do Judge a Book by Its Cover
Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s like a law or something that one should not judge a book by its cover and one law almost everyone breaks at least occasionally. Me? I do it all the time. I like pretty covers or bold covers or weird covers. But not boring covers. This is not a great way to pick books, mind you. Still I do it. Regularly. Like every time I go to the library and peruse the New Releases section. Or even, gasp, when I’m reading your book reviews on SUYB. If it’s an unfamiliar title, I do look at the cover first BEFORE I start reading your review, although I do read your review even if I find the cover unappealing or misleading. Errr … mostly. Sometimes the cover so ugly and I so vain that it is a no can do.
NetGalley Has Made Me Super Petty
NetGalley has provided me with numerous books that I get to read, not only in advance of their publishing date, but also for FREE and I love them for this. And I also hate NetGalley with a deep, deep passion because sometimes they rudely deny me. And not on books that I am somewhat ambivalent about reading (and OMG I am so bad about judging book covers on NetGalley) but on ones that I lust after more than any muscle-bound celebrity. But deny me they do. And pout I do. And I morph into a toddler who refuses to read denied book until I’m finished pouting. And let’s be real: sometimes I am never finished pouting.
Okay I told you mine, now you tell me some of your book quirks. It’s cool; we friends. I won’t judge. Too harshly.Tanya