Bookish Confessions is a new feature on Mostly YA Lit. Inspired by The Broke and the Bookish’s Top Ten Tuesday prompt on blogging confessions, I realized I had so many bookish or blogger confessions that I needed more time to explore them all. Once every two weeks, I’ll share one shameful truth about me as a reader, blogger and booklover. Ready? Let’s go!
Yup, it’s true.
I don’t like big books, and I cannot lie.
I know I’m supposed to be like, “Yay, big tomes! Yay, more words! Yay, more of living in this book’s world!”
I am, after all, someone who spends half her free time reading and writing and tweeting and instagramming and tumblring about books.
I don’t like big books.
When I see a 500+ page novel, my palms get sweaty. My brain starts thinking through how many hours it will take to read it. And my body gets in fight-or-flight mode.
Other people see big books as a challenge, an accomplishment. And I wish I could see them that way. But truthfully?
They just get used as coasters.
I’m here, I’m admitting it.
I DON’T LIKE BIG BOOKS AND I CANNOT LIE.
I DON’T LIKE BIG BOOKS, AND HERE’S WHY:
1. They’re heavy.
It might be just that I’m getting old, but this is seriously the number one reason I don’t like big books. They HURT to carry around and hold, man! I’m one of those people who brings books with me everywhere. Carrying around Ulysses, or even a big hardcover like Gemina tires out my shoulders and makes my whole bag bulky.
Also, have you ever dropped a big book on your face (or arm, or leg)? It really, really hurts.
This is my second weirdo admission: I FAR prefer paperbacks to hardcovers. Again, it’s all about the weight. And fitting it into my purse. And the fact that hardcovers tend to have pointy edges that can stab you.
3. They tend to be slower-paced, or have a lot more description
I know, I know. It’s part of the book. But honestly, I get so bored when there’s too much description of landscape or world or just…too much description in general. This is my whole issue with fantasy books and why I often can’t get into them – there’s just too much filler! Call me a lazy reader, call me a cultural pig, but there you are.
4. If they don’t have too much description, they have too much of everything.
Books, to me, should be well-edited and tight. They should only say what they need to and not a word more. Unless you’re writing, again, Ulysses, or something epic that really, really needs a ton of words or pages to say it in (again, Illuminae and Gemina come to mind), I’m pretty sure you don’t need that big a book.
5. They’re a time commitment that I’m not often willing to make.
And herein lies the real problem with big books. As a blogger, I receive, buy, and borrow tons and tons of books. When faced with a big book that will take me 2-3 weeks to read, versus three shorter books that will take me three weeks to read? I always choose the shorter ones. I’m sorry, Big Books.
All that said, I leave you with three big books I’ve read recently that were worth the heaviness, the pain, the description, the wordiness, and the time. Click on the covers to read why:
Confession time: Are you on the I Like Big Books and I Cannot Lie train, or are you Big Book Side-Eyer like me? Let me know in the poll below – and if you have other big books you think are really, really worth it, let me know in the comments!
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