So, here goes:
I’ve given up having a designated reading spot, unless you count my bed which is where I inevitably head to when I pick up my book. Completely horizontal is my most favoured position with the blankets tucked up to my chin, electric blanket on during winter and usually a cat or two fighting for my attention. I tend to read for a short period before going to sleep at night and during weekend afternoons while studiously ignoring the housework.
Unfortunately horizontal reading does often tend to lead to my second favourite activity – sleeping. It seems the older I get, the shorter my attention span is. Gone are the days of sitting up reading until the wee small hours of the morning. >Insert sadface here<
When it comes to transport, I’m completely incapable of reading in any form of moving vehicle. I’ve never been able to - even looking down at my cellphone for too long while in a car makes my stomach heavish. I don’t mind this too much except on long journeys which just feel like a complete waste of precious reading time. I should really invest in more talking books.
I’m far too anal about keeping my books pristine to read in the bath. Yes, I am one of those sad individuals who like to keep their books looking brand new and try not to even crease the spines on first read through (and don’t get me started on people who dog ear pages!). So bathrooms, with all that water and steam and risk of damage to the health and wellbeing of my beloved books would be just plain torture.
Which reminds me, I once had a flatmate who, because our flat didn’t have a bathrub, would read in the shower instead. Seriously risky behaviour!
I’m only a recent library convert and even now only in a limited capacity (mostly non-fiction). I just love having my own copies of books too much. That said, like Bookiemonster I have a shameful library secret; I keep my books right until the due date – even if I have finished with them days earlier – just to spite the next person who has ihem reserved/the universe in general. Selfish no?
Also like Bookiemonster (and booklovers everywhere I suspect), I struggle to decide on what I will read next. I can spend hours staring at my touring To Be Read bookcase hemming and hawing like an old woman. I used to ask my beloved to help me choose but he now refuses after too many suggestions being rejected by me because they didn’t feel right at the time.
I really struggle to give up on a book, no matter how bad it is. It feels like a personal failing to put it down and move on to something new, even though I firmly believe life is too short to read bad books. I am nothing if not contrary. That said, there have been some that were a delight to ditch and never sully my brain with again.
So that's me and all my reading quirks. Care to share yours?