Lending our books out is emotional. We love our books. Part of us worry about our precious books. We wonder if we’ll ever see them again (the books, not our friends). The other part of us is busy trying to give the worrying part of us moral support for the tumult felt deep within our soul, which is also equally torn.
Setting rules for others to borrow our books is easy. We can half-jokingly say “Lose it or hurt it, and I will hunt you down.”
Setting rules for ourselves is harder. I love lending books. I love hearing how much that person enjoyed book that they would otherwise not have read. I love hearing differing opinions and perspectives when they don’t.
I also have rules for myself about lending my books. I set us both up to not sweat the small stuff. Continue reading
“No one reads anymore.”
No writer likes hearing that. I’ll be blunt: that statement is offensive and devalues what we do for a living and who we are as humans.
It’s also inaccurate.
Recently I was in a meet-n-greet meeting with a new colleague. Guess what I heard this person say (to me, a copywriter).
“No one reads anymore.”
All I could say in response was, “gee…thanks” to alleviate the awkward moment with humor. Everyone laughed, but still…not what I, the copywriter, want to hear, especially from a new colleague with whom I’d be working to, well, write stuff.
So, how can we respond? First, let’s understand the misconception. Because empathy is a good place. And because I wanted to know what’s behind the massive misapprehension and did lots of research I’m not about to waste.
I will, however, insert cat memes where appropriate because there’s actual research in this post and while I find it fascinating, cat memes are universal.
Let’s start by looking at it from some obvious angle in that most people equate reading with books. I’ll examine this issue from a copywriting perspective in my next post on the topic.
For now, this one favors all you creative writers out there.
Some make New Year’s resolutions; others have New Year’s resolutions thrust upon them. I fall under Column B.
I am under a book buying ban until further notice.
With good reason.
Last week, I re-discovered goodreads.com. I’d apparently created a goodreads account July 2013, but had never gotten around to actually using it for some reason I can’t remember. Then one of my favorite bookish YouTubers set up an account and being the faithful fangirl that I am, I followed her so I could follow her reading lists.
I then discovered the feature that lets me make lists.
I cannot live without books.
– Thomas Jefferson
Book shopping is like being plopped in a pile of fluffy puppies and told to take your pick. And that you don’t have to stop at just one.
The moment my fingers brush the door handle, the books inside chirp like we’re finally being reunited after I foolishly strayed off course during migration. “What took you so long? We missed you.”
As I open the door, the sweet waft of paper and promise shoots straight to my brain. Where it obliterates every iota of financial responsibility and spatial common sense.
Space? Of course I have space. It’s just a teeny tiny paperback. Even across state (and Canadian) lines, I can hear my army of bookcases cough “bullshit!” in practiced unison.
As I walk the aisles, my mouth opens and eyes widen in awe of the talent that created these bound wonders. I can hear faint whispers of “chooseme chooseme chooseme.”
I don’t stand a chance against their siren’s song.
I select my newest treasure with reverence, and my heart races as my feet compel me to the register. I went in for one $5 journal, but I come out at least three books happier and poorer.
Since going freelance, I’ve met several fellow copywriters. And we all share this same addiction affection, even if our favored genres and subjects differ.
Books come with the territory of being what we are—keepers of the written word.
There’s an exception to every rule, but I’ve not yet met that writer. If I do, I’m not sure I could relate. Our topic of conversation will quickly turn to the weather.
How deep does your love of books run? What are some of your favorites?