1. Running out of space to store your books.
Banished from your bursting shelves, some of your books have set up camp on your bed, on your desk, and on the floor. (Where you trip on them sometimes.)
2. Reading more than one book at any given period.
At your bedside is one weepy novel, one YA read, and one non-fiction book that you alternate reading depending on what mood you're in. Plus, a magazine.
3. Refusing to trade in physical books for e-books.
Sure, e-books are convenient, weigh nothing, blahbity blah blah blah, but do they give you that distinct smell that wafts from a book as you open it? How about that satisfying feel of paper rustling beneath your fingertips as you turn a page? Or that sense of accomplishment from seeing how far your bookmark has traveled through the thickness of a book? No? Then pass.
4. Diligently scouring piles of used or discounted books in the hopes of stumbling upon a gem.
The feeling of finding a copy of Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.—a classic!—for only P20 at Booksale: PRICELESS.
5. Judging people based on the books they read—or if they read at all.
Remember that cute guy you once dated who said he hadn’t read a novel since he had to write book reports in high school? Not even his Alden Richards dimples could save him from rejection.
6. Feeling closer to literary characters than to living, breathing people you see every day.
You feel like you’d get along better with Bridget Jones than with Bridget from your office’s accounting department, even though one has a pulse and the other does…not.
7. Being a snob when film or TV adaptations of your favorite books come out.
You’re a huge know-it-all about it, nitpicking casting choices and omissions and feeling superior to other people who haven't read the book or only started reading it when the adaptation came out. (Looking at you, late adopters to George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series.)
8. That ache in your heart whenever you remember those books you lent out and never got back.
You haven’t forgotten Tina from your Philo class in college, who borrowed your copy of Pride and Prejudice and never returned it. You hope she can sleep at night knowing what she did.
9. Completely losing track of time while stuck in a good book.
You crack your book open, and the next thing you know, it’s 3 a.m. and you’re bound to be a zombie at work again. #NoRagrets
10. Reading a paragraph over and over until you can truly visualize a scene in your head, because you don't want anything in the story to pass you by.
Dammit, if your roommate would just stop yakking, you’d be able to concentrate on this part better.
11. The urge to highlight favorite passages or dog-ear pages that contain good parts.
Do you keep this new book immaculate? Or mark the parts that have ~changed your life~? Decisions, decisions.
12. Being personally affected when a favorite character dies or when two characters you’ve been shipping don’t end up together.
Ang shaket shaket. *sobs*
13. Feeling cheated once you’ve finished a book that turns out to be just a whole bunch of ‘meh.’
“That's it?” You ask yourself disappointedly, lamenting the hours of bedtime reading you can never get back.
14. Feeling lost once you've finished a really good book.
As you turn the final page in a book that has been your closest friend for the last couple of weeks, you wonder what to do with your life now. But you will cope. You will be fine. You just have to find the next good book to lose yourself in.
15. If the book you’re reading is part of a series, the excruciating wait for the next one.
Your life is basically useless until then.
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