Back to school is one of my favorite times of the year: new stationary + the onset of fall + pumpkin spice flavored everything, what could be better? My college move-in date is right around the corner. Tomorrow, to be exact. And I’m doing anything and everything within my power to procrastinate packing like the responsible human being that I am. In an attempt to further delay packing, what better time to share my experiences with reading and blogging throughout my freshman year of college?
I’m impressively stubborn, sometimes to a fault, yet I prefer to prioritize my mental sanity above forcing myself to read a book from start to finish that blatantly isn’t working for me. While I’m by no means a liberal DNF-er, I average approximately 1-2 books per year that I permanently set aside without completing them. When I first started blogging, my brain absolutely refused to accept the concept of not reading a novel in its entirety. Needless to say, I had several excruciatingly painful reads in which I miserably limped along until the very last page and then promptly dove headfirst into a reading slump. As my TBR pile started to grow exponentially, I gradually recognized that I would not be struck dead by a bolt of lightning if I elected to set a book aside in favor for a higher priority or more promising read. In hindsight, this was one of my most important realizations with respect to my growth as a reader.
I readily admit that I have a problem – I’m absolutely obsessed with buying books (nevermind the actually reading them part that might be implied by that statement). Unfortunately, spending absurd sums of money that I don’t possess doesn’t mesh well with my current college student and prospective medical school student status. Therefore, I’ve become creative with respect to maximizing my steady stream of bookish purchases while simultaneously having enough money to purchase food, pay for laundry, and all of those other unimportant things.
We’re officially t minus 10 days away from the season seven premiere of HBO’s Game of Thrones on July 16th, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic! It’s been 375 days since the final episode of season six aired, which is an atrocity in and of itself, leading to widespread withdrawal among viewers. Don’t even get me started on the unfortunate fact that there are only two abbreviated seasons remaining.
I have a book buying addiction, and I cannot lie. Particularly when it comes to acquiring books at a significantly faster rate than I can read them. Death by ominously towering TBR pile appears exceedingly imminent at the moment and certainly would not come as a shock. I use TBRing as a verb – that’s often the first indicator of a
problem adorably cute bookish habit that all readers should partake in.
I have an unhealthy book-buying obsession, particularly when it comes to purchasing entire series in a single sitting without having read a single installment in said series. While this method proves rather unfortunate when I’m assigning a one star review to the first book in the series, my inner perfectionist is overjoyed to see the entire series (with matching covers, of course) perched on my bookshelf.
Personality-wise, I’m an extremely OCD person: everything has its place, including publishers who feel the need to change book covers partway through a series (aka, a special spot in hell). Why must they destroy my bookshelf aesthetic and force me into purchasing duplicate copies of previous installments, just so the covers and spines match?