Do I Officially Have A Hobby?

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When my two-year relationship ended a few weeks ago, it became immediately clear what I should do with Jordan’s Christmas money: fulfill my current book list, at my favorite bookstore, while sipping a cappuccino.

Unfortunately I found myself debating the big 3: Is this retail therapy, am I collecting books as my hobby (I dream of a library), or this is a compulsive behavior?

I left with not only the books I had been hoping to get acquainted with, but also with books I never knew I wanted to acquire. We readers need to be honest, every book holds a quick set of friends and framework of relationships you learn and gossip with just until that last page is turned. You lose a friend and you open your next book and meet another. She could be a better companion than the last.

So the question is whether my collection of books is simply the beginning of the library that flourishes during a time of retail therapy or something more. I will spare the suspense; I read for entertainment, and buy for enjoyment. Reading and collecting books is my Hobby, along with Photography. My psychiatrist could not be happier with how I am channeling my energy. So Cheers to the New Year! And my 12+ books to fall in love with in the immediate future!

My Books Are Loved

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Humans Beings are interesting creatures. There are so many ways to do things, and so many strong beliefs about how their way is the right way, should be the only way, or that your way, or my way should not be permitted. You may chuckle or giggle when you realize what I am talking about when I spit out this horrific topic, and then you will say, “why yes, I do have a preference”.

I FOLD DOWN THE CORNER OF THE PAGE ON MY BOOKS.. I “DOG EAR” my books..

I have looked at comments on blogs and after reading many comments; I would almost say easily thousands of readers would be slightly miffed at my adored books. Women commenting in the most recent blog I read even went as far as to say they try not to bend the spines, having a library in pristine condition is her goal! This comment came with many smiley faces and exclamation points. Someone named Elle believes folding the corners is damaging the story it’s self.  I have read folding the corners shows you do not love your books, abuse your books, or couldn’t pick up the book that has been used previously and read it because someone before you chose this manner of bookmarking. I beg to differ.

My books are loved, adored, and sometimes memorized. My books are sometimes yellow from rereading them in the hot summer sunshine and occasionally have the pages falling out from the melted glue. Some of my books are filled with Key West sand. Unfortunately the book’s filled with sand constantly falling to my floor with yellow pages are often the most adored of all. Every single book has bent corners. Some are highlighted with pencils marking the most important pages of all. I also have several books with bent corners yet I never use them; I just open the book and read because every single page and word is memorized. Simply reaching for the book is calming, like a smoker reaching for their cigarette box. My therapy, my memories of what I was doing when I was reading it. I need to go back, so I reread the book, or just my dog eared page. I simply cannot imagine the nice bookmarks required for the situations I come across where I want to mark something. But my point is, my books are loved, saved, and will be in my possession for many many years, bent spine and all.

I love psych, so don’t hesitate to comment immediately on how you choose to bookmark your books, highlight, or crease your spines. I will read all immediately via Iphone because I am curious about your preferences too.

A Beating Heart Behind Every Book

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I knew when I started my blog that I wanted it to be a true reflection of MY LIFE, MY JOURNEY’S, AND MYSELF, for better or for worse. I SUBMERGE myself daily, for hours, in every single book I can get my hands on. Some are terrible, but I read through to the end. The options on my menu represent my life fairly well, and it would not be a fair representation of myself if “My Literary Explorations” didn’t exist.  I am also not going to be dishonest, WordPress is immensely intimidating, I can only assume my blog posts will in the future be read and immediately dismissed within a few glances, entries, or by the title of my blog alone. I am not an author, I do not pour tears, my pride, reputation, and rely on countless friends and pray to God only to know I will either be a huge success or failure. As F. Scott Fitzgerald proclaimed in 1920 “An author ought to write for the youth of this generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterward.” I personally view The Great Gatsby as the single most important piece of American literature we acquired from the twentieth century, yet I guarantee critics had abhorrent remarks about his lifestyle, writing style, and the book itself.

This brings me to the book I finished today. An author wrote the most amazing thank you at the end for everyone who had assisted her along the way. I went to goodreads.com to scan my book and shelve it, and looked at a few reviews, some simply declared their love for this book. As a reader yourself, simply use your imagination for the disapproving reviews a few fellow readers shared with us, or the discontented reader’s interjected comments as author “read” her story to us. This woman may search herself and her book, it may affect her writing, and it may affect her contract. Thank goodness for SPSS, statistics, Neilson. We have all finished a book that has last such an impression on us, took such an emotional toll, or what have you, that it truly makes all books pale in comparison. And when the next book we pick up doesn’t meet those expectations, when the next book doesn’t even pique your interest because of this, it is your fault and not the author’s. This author need to be appreciated for how she writes. Which is what I am going to do. I may do this slightly unconventionally, but I am going to do research before writing a single comment about what I think about the book. If it is her first book or if it is John Grisham’s twentieth’s. I mean if it was a .99c book did I expect my new Gatsby? No, so I will be realistic to these authors as I venture through unknown territories of WordPress. It will be new for me, and I hope, if anyone reads my blog, they will learn about the author, the book, and me.