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A Moment of Pride for the Bookie

A Moment of Pride for the Bookie

Let’s rewind things for just a minute, back to when I was a pre-teen/early teenager and fiction was my life. I mean, I was flying through four hundred plus pages in periods of twenty four hours if I was able to do nothing but sit on my dad’s truck and read all day. My three siblings thought I was crazy and made up a very specific new game to play on me.

I was a monster they referred to as the Bookie and that if I touched them they would become like me (and this was apparently a bad thing).

My sister is about the age that I was then now and she has been reading about as avidly as I used to (not that I don’t now–I just don’t have as much time to do so anymore). Whereas I had a passionate love for fantasy (which lately has changed to YA contemporary) my sister has fallen in love with dystopian. Just recently we were talking and she looked down at me (I am the runt of the litter) and went, “you know, we used to call you the bookie, but I think I became one.”

It’s something that I never would have thought would happen if you had asked me a year ago. I remember being somewhat disappointed last Christmas that none of my siblings were very interested in fiction because that was an aisle of the store that I was very familiar with (AKA: I am a horrible Christmas shopper). It’s amazing how much can change in one year and because of a single book. I want to say that it was the Divergent series for my sister.

It’s really nice to have someone in my family that shares my passion for YA fiction who is constantly badgering me to read certain series.

It’s also annoying.

Nah, I’m just kidding. More depressing that I don’t have the time to read all of the series that she has fallen in love with.

I think that too often we think that some people like reading and some people don’t. But sometimes situations like this really make me think that maybe the people that don’t like reading simply haven’t found the right book. Only a maybe. I’m sure many people really don’t like reading. But, you never know, there might be a really shiny newspaper down the road for them.

So, this post was pretty much about nothing. Just a waste of your time. But this is a blog and blogs are for sharing your life, interest, thoughts, etc. While this is primarily a book blog, it’s still my space to talk.

Thanks for letting me waste your time.

6 Comments


  1. // Reply

    Reading about someone who’s a YA Bookie is never a waste of time. At least I know I’m writing stuff someone might be interested in reading one day. Here’s to more reading.


  2. // Reply

    Reading about someone who’s a YA Bookie is never a waste of time. At least I know I’m writing stuff someone might be interested in reading one day. Here’s to more reading.


  3. // Reply

    AWWW! Yay! And would this be your youngest sister or the older one? (Leaving names off because I don’t know if you’d do names or not)


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    AWWW! Yay! And would this be your youngest sister or the older one? (Leaving names off because I don’t know if you’d do names or not)


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    It is def a more nuanced thing than “this person doesn’t like to read.” I love to read, and even I have fallow periods. Sometimes maybe it’s that the right book hasn’t come along, sometimes it’s a life circumstance thing, sometimes a time constraint. Shit, maybe even a medium thing, because there are plenty of people who “don’t read” but love audio books.

    Looks like yer cooties were contagious though huh, Bookie?


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    It is def a more nuanced thing than “this person doesn’t like to read.” I love to read, and even I have fallow periods. Sometimes maybe it’s that the right book hasn’t come along, sometimes it’s a life circumstance thing, sometimes a time constraint. Shit, maybe even a medium thing, because there are plenty of people who “don’t read” but love audio books.

    Looks like yer cooties were contagious though huh, Bookie?

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