I found this glorious amended tag on Cam’s Bookish Tales! She found the original on The Orangutan Librarian. She thought, “Oh this is fun!” And I pretty much thought exactly the same thing! I may have even done something similar before, but I loved thinking about how different of a reader I am now, compared to as a child.
I have a feeling I’m not the only one who had bad reading habits as a sprout.
Immediately cracking the book spine!
Even thinking about cracking the spine of a book now gives me the heeby jeebies! I’ve become somewhat of a rigid book reader. My books are not damaged in anyway, but when I was a child I wanted to be able to fold a book in half (mass market, obviously) and hold it in one hand for easy reading. In fact, I hated hardcover editions because I couldn’t crack them!
Dog-earing the book pages!
While I’m an avid bookmark user now, with my own bookmark collection, I never used them as a child. I was famous for dog-earing every book I read. I can still pick up one of my old books and see all the places where I paused reading, because there are little creases in the corners. It eats away at me now.
Carrying books in my purse!
I actually only stopped doing this recently, when I realized that putting my precious hardcover in my purse damages the dust jacket and bends the corners. Now, they’re hand carried very gently. It’s a must.
Hiding a book inside my school book in class!
I was super quiet at school. I had friends, but when I was in class I pretty much kept to myself. Hiding behind a book was the perfect way to keep my head down, and I don’t ever remember getting caught either. Probably because I was so quiet!
Never returning my library books!
Okay! This one sounds bad, and I know it is. I’m so embarrassed about it, but I’ve also learned from it. I don’t handle deadlines well, so now I just don’t visit the library. In the past, in my youth, I was just really bad about returning books. My fines are probably astronomical!
Never putting down a bad book!
This one was hard for me to come to terms with… and if you still are one of those people who finish everything they start no matter what, I definitely understand the compulsion. Honestly, I think the only reason I consider this a ‘bad book habit’ is because of how my brain works. If I’m not enjoying a read, I stop reading. Trying to force myself through a bad book meant that I read less, which led to me feeling stressed and miserable. I need to be reading to decompress.