When you’re a reader, there are so many things you know and understand that other people will never get. It’s like you’ve been given some special insight into the universe, and you’d pass it on if you could but you also realize that most people don’t want advice in the form of an 800-page novel. For example, we book lovers tend to sink deeply into book relationships, at least during the 300-pages they last. We understand the deep complexities and emotions of the characters, which in turns strengthens our empathy skills and allows us to better relate to the people in our lives. Whether a gift or a curse, we usually understand others better than they understand us.
That’s all right, though, because we’re not most people, and that’s what makes us awesome.
Book loves are often suspicious of other readers who claim to “read a lot.” Where one persons’ definition of reading a lot might be two books a week, another might argue that two books a day is low. Another argument might focus around how sore you neck is from reading, compared to someone else’s. Since neither person can measure the soreness of a neck, both will feel personally justified that their own pain—brought through a love of reading—outranks the others.
The point still remains, readers are unique.
And not unique in the sense that they all need to buy ice packs for their aching necks. They’re just unique people all around.
For instance, not many people will understand the conundrum we readers have before a trip when 50% of our holiday packing anxiety revolves around which book(s) to bring. Indeed, this very decision is a tiny war within most book lovers’ heads and involves all kinds of strategies for picking the perfect book. One person might lay out 10 different options, five of which are serious novels they’ve been meaning to read, but which might not be appropriate for vacation, and the other five are light and witty “brain candy” books perfect for the beach but not exactly “brain builders.” And, of course, there’s a variety of different genres included because you never know what mood will strike you when you’re there.
Since a large part of your plans involve relaxing with a book on the beach, some non-readers might argue, “why go on vacation at all?” Word has already gotten around—among your friends, family, and coworkers—that you’re likely to cancel plans at a moment’s notice so that you can stay home and finish a few more chapters (’cause, cliff hangers). You may or may not have already missed two of your children’s weddings for a good book—no regrets, by the way—and even though you intend to keep other plans, you’re also acutely aware that your “to read” pile somehow never seems to get any smaller. Vacation sounds like sitting down all week and making a dent in that pile.
Of course, only a reader would get this. Only a reader. For your sake, I’m hoping those two children of yours are book lovers too; if so, they’ll easily forgive you for the whole “missed wedding” thing.
Here’s another one: when was the last time you got a full night’s sleep while reading a good book? It’s just so dang hard to put down a book during a really tense scene, and also before the end. Readers are known for their long, sleepless nights; is it really any wonder that most book stores adjoin with cafés now? When was the last time you walked into a Barnes and Noble and didn’t see a Starbucks?
If a non-reader ever wanted to hunt down all the book lovers, it really wouldn’t be that hard. They’d only have to look for people with bloodshot eyes, wearing reading glasses, carrying heavy looking book bags, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in the other. But we know a non-reader would never want to do that. If all the readers were gone, who could they depend on to tell them if the first book they’ve been considering for years is any good? All they gotta do is stare at a reader hard enough, and eventually that reader will look up and give them the thumbs up, or not.
We book lovers know that the 11th greatest sin is interrupting someone who is reading. In a reader’s life, there may be nothing worse than those people who interrupt them because they assume you’re “only reading.” In those moments, the reader should clearly tell the other person how many bus stops they’ve missed in their life because they were “only reading.” Ask them to give you a nickel for every bus stop; you need the money for more books; in fact, you’d be bankrupt if it wasn’t for libraries.
You don’t worry about bankruptcy, though, or about the bus stops you missed and the flight you will miss as a result of that, and the wedding you will miss because you missed the flight. Instead of booking another flight, you send the happy couple a picture of the present you bought them; it was a book. You go back home and run a bath and pour a glass of wine. You don’t worry about your plans tomorrow. You just don’t worry about anything.
Because let’s face it: when a reader is in the middle of a good book, that book feels more real than the real world itself.
Happy reading!
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Hi! I just wanted to say I enjoyed your essay/article. My Daughter and I still buy real books as well as ebooks. My Hubby just don’t understand our hobby lol. Bless his heart he thought he could build us a book shelf to share. When we do travel depending on where to, we may pack real books and our Nooks or Kindles. Have a page turner of a day Tracy
I loved that blog, though since we’ve never met I don’t know how you could describe me so well! The only thing that has changed as I’ve grown older (81) is that I’ve now given myself permission to stop reading something if I find it boring (rarely) or very poorly written ( occasionally).
Oh yes booklover since chldhood ha ha brothers and sisters would be asleep not me.I am under the cover flashlight stuck in some cockamamie way non readers will ever understand lol i am still that way today but minus the flashlight lol
I so remember reading by the hall light when in bed. Then there was that summer when I was maybe 12 where I sat on the inside corner of my bed and read Dracula (the sounds of moths on the screen scared me), Jane Eyre (the door to the attic was in my bedroom), and Frankenstein.
I stayed away from horror i still can’t watch Frankenstein or Dracula, not even witch stories. Got up and ran out during exorcist and the ghost. I am a chicken yup that’s me a big little chicken lol still am. Could not watch poltergeist but loved Jane Eyre and the classic books.
So True! You nailed it.
Ahhh. Thank goodness for the invention of the e-reader and the way it helps eliminate the clothes or books travel dilemma. Lol. There was nothing worse than going on vacation and getting they all your books in the first two or three days and knowing mom and dad wouldn’t let you get any more. It is so nice to no longer have that dilemma- although now my family asks so what other than book money for your nook do you want for a gift.
Amazing comments. This is me.
I cannot remember a time when I haven’t read. If I read a series, and it comes to the end, I get “book depression”!
Same here. I want the story to go on and on.
I soo identified with your essay. I am now retired and have all the time I need for reading LOL, right !!! Never enough time. The part about packing for a trip, and deciding which books to take, really hits home. I was packing for my first trip to Rome and was really worried about weight limit on the plane, WHEN, a package came from my daughter, my FIRST KINDLE. Problem solved !!! How I love these devices. I carry handbags big enough to carry my Kindle. You never know when you will have some down time. Thank you for your writing, you were very close to my heart.
The ereader, of course, goes a long way to solving the ‘which books and how many do i need to pack’ conundrum. In the past I used to stockpile long, small font books to take on holiday and try to leave space in bags for any books I might buy while away… I moved away from my library (across the Atlantic) five years ago, abandoning the books to a like-minded sister – deciding eventually that the shipping container I’d otherwise need was… silly. A friend gave me an ereader – which I now use a lot (not that I travel anywhere any more) – as a going away present; the afore- mentioned sister gave me a book to read on the plane, the only book I actually brought, other than two Kickstarter-funded comic books. I’ve not quite kicked the hard copy book-buying habit but have yet to get anywhere near the thousands I left behind – and I have only sent back for one volume…
Long ago, I developed the ability to read in Grand Central. I concurrently developed the ability to be really flexible about the time of train I took. I decided it was far easier to retire, having retained the ability to read in any environment
I take exception to your 11th sin/commandment. I’d put at 12. Eleven is “Thou shalt not pass by a book shop without entering and thou shalt not leave without acquiring at least one book.”
Lol. Have you been watching me
So spot on!