Ooh, a meme! I’m not really a meme person, but this one lets me ramble about books, which is one of my favourite things ever, and Tonile from My Cup and Chaucer was lovely enough to tag me. Really, how could I resist? Here we go…
When I started writing about books, it changed me as a reader.
These days, as I slowly turn the pages, I find myself pausing every so often to scribble down a few thoughts in a notebook I keep by my side. Sometimes, I stop to fold down the corner of a particularly impressive page. At the back of my mind as I read, I’m always thinking about what I’m going to write in my review.
It’s a curious transformation. I used to lose myself in books. I’d wander in the pages of the same novel for weeks and emerge disheveled, with wide, wild eyes, hungry for more.
But I’m a different kind of reader now. I’ll try and explain…
In Hollywood movies of the thirties and forties, during the filming of – ahem – bedroom scenes, both the actor and actress had to have one foot touching the ground at all times. This was the boundary between decent, wholesome American values and pornography: two sets of toes tickling the dusty floor of a sound stage.
Since I started blogging, I’ve learned to read in much the same way: always with one foot on the ground; careful not to lose myself in the moment.
It sounds like a passionless relationship; like a strained marriage. But that couldn’t be any further from the truth. Since I started to write about books, my love of reading has only grown stronger. My heart swells a little with every dog-eared page. What was once a passion is now a romance.
I’ve changed. And my books have changed with me – their covers are tatty, their spines creased and their pages folded upon themselves.
We leave our marks on each other like lovers.