I know my family and friends are a bit puzzled by what they consider my freakish obsession with books. And even more bewildered now that not only do I spend so much time reading but then I spend time after that reviewing the book. And when I try to explain they don’t get it.
Bit of background here, I was always the girl with her nose stuck in a book, reading by flashlight in bed, spending every spare penny on more books. I devoured books like a greedy child with an uncontrollable appetite. And that girl grew into the teenager who read just as much but got better at keeping it hidden! Like it was a dirty habit that needed to be kept private, done behind closed doors. The teenager eventually became an adult (most of the time :D) and the older the adult got, the less I gave a damn about what anyone thought about my passion for books. And here I am now blogging from the rooftops, I’m a bookwork and proud.
So the reading isn’t new. The reviewing is though. What I thought when I started is that it would help my writing skills. The strange thing is though, is that it has made me a better reader. I wasn’t expecting that. Before I read books quickly, hopping on to the next one the same way you would hop on a bus. Enjoying the view, the journey, the chance to travel somewhere for a little while but when it’s over, it’s over.
Now I find myself constantly analysing. What’s working and why. I have become more critical, quicker to find flaws hopefully not in a nit-picky way though but in a constructive way. I reflect more on books. I find myself thinking more about the characters and why they feel genuine or otherwise. Obviously in books I love, this is something I have done instinctively. But now I find myself doing it for every book. As I’m reading, I am already writing the review in my head and it just adds another dimension to my reading pleasure.
And the other bonus of reviewing. I get to spout my opinions without having to see anyone rolling their eyes at me going on and on yet again about a book I love. Even if no one is reading, just putting down on paper (or up on screen to be accurate) what I loved about a book satisfies something in my bookish soul. Something I didn’t even know needed satisfying but there you go. Even if no one reads. And if you are rolling your eyes, I can’t see you. And if you read and comment, then I adore you, you make my day!
Bookish Chat : So why do you review? What makes you sit down and try to capture the essence of a book in a short few paragraphs? Join in, I would love to know. And remember, no pressure now but if you comment, you are making my day!