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Addenda to 15 things about books (aka, I cheat! Muhahaha!)
3a. I mention reading speed not because it's a how-fast-or-slow-I-read thing (I read faster than some people. I read slower than some people. I figure, as long as I'm getting what I want to be getting out of the thing, all is good) but because it was a very important number for me. I'd basically negotiate hours in bookstores or libraries with my mom all the time ("How long are you going to spend there?" "Four hours!" "Four?? Two!" "Three?") because I would make her dump me there whenever she went shopping, or just when we went to Taipei (they had English bookstores there!). So it was absolutely crucial to know about how many pages an hour I could read, because then I could try and pick a book that I thought I could finish in that time. This usually worked against me; I'd spend so long picking a book that by the time I started reading, I would inevitably be at the climactic good parts when my mom would drag me off screaming. I've still not finished a good deal of books because of this, though for others, I would determinedly camp out in a bookstore for several days in a row just to finish.
Also, 100 is a much easier number to divide into things that 135 or 85.
14a. (this is going to make no one ever want to invite me over to their house ever, ever again) I try not to be judgmental about books on shelves, but it is difficult. I check over bookshelves because a) I am a snoop (though I only check on bookshelves openly displayed, unless I have been introduced to bookshelves in rooms, in which case it's all fair game), b) I am selfish and want to survey to see if there's anything I want to borrow, and c) sometimes it's not even intentional, but I seem to naturally gravitate toward the shelves. They call to meeeee!!
14b. Ever since I worked at a used bookstore as a book buyer, I now have the truly horrible habit of trying to evaluate how much the contents of someone's shelves would get at the used bookstore. Not necessarily the general fiction, but if there's obscure knitting or quilting books, or random metaphysics books, or rare frsts or something, I tend to go into "acquire" mode for the bookstore even though I don't even work there anymore!
Oh my god, no one is ever going to want to have me over at their house now.
Um, yes, that's my dirty book laundry. What's yours?
3a. I mention reading speed not because it's a how-fast-or-slow-I-read thing (I read faster than some people. I read slower than some people. I figure, as long as I'm getting what I want to be getting out of the thing, all is good) but because it was a very important number for me. I'd basically negotiate hours in bookstores or libraries with my mom all the time ("How long are you going to spend there?" "Four hours!" "Four?? Two!" "Three?") because I would make her dump me there whenever she went shopping, or just when we went to Taipei (they had English bookstores there!). So it was absolutely crucial to know about how many pages an hour I could read, because then I could try and pick a book that I thought I could finish in that time. This usually worked against me; I'd spend so long picking a book that by the time I started reading, I would inevitably be at the climactic good parts when my mom would drag me off screaming. I've still not finished a good deal of books because of this, though for others, I would determinedly camp out in a bookstore for several days in a row just to finish.
Also, 100 is a much easier number to divide into things that 135 or 85.
14a. (this is going to make no one ever want to invite me over to their house ever, ever again) I try not to be judgmental about books on shelves, but it is difficult. I check over bookshelves because a) I am a snoop (though I only check on bookshelves openly displayed, unless I have been introduced to bookshelves in rooms, in which case it's all fair game), b) I am selfish and want to survey to see if there's anything I want to borrow, and c) sometimes it's not even intentional, but I seem to naturally gravitate toward the shelves. They call to meeeee!!
14b. Ever since I worked at a used bookstore as a book buyer, I now have the truly horrible habit of trying to evaluate how much the contents of someone's shelves would get at the used bookstore. Not necessarily the general fiction, but if there's obscure knitting or quilting books, or random metaphysics books, or rare frsts or something, I tend to go into "acquire" mode for the bookstore even though I don't even work there anymore!
Oh my god, no one is ever going to want to have me over at their house now.
Um, yes, that's my dirty book laundry. What's yours?