I was tagged to answer these questions by the gorgeous Janet from Middle Aged Mama. I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but she claims to be a passionate fashion blogger and yet I’ve failed to ever see her in a nylon bum bag OR a pair of lurid orange plastic sneakers. Lucky for her she rocks in multiple other ways.
Do you snack while you read?
Errr, no. Never. The same way I would never snack while I am on the toilet or in the shower. How bizarre.
Do you tend to mark your books as you read, or does the idea of writing in books horrify you?
Writing in books seems as sacriligeous to me as burning the Bible.
Memo to people who scrawl in the margin: write your own damn books instead of defacing someone else’s.
Fiction, non-fiction, or both?
I have a 2 year old and a 4 year old, so I don’t have the energy or intellectual capacity to engage with non-fiction at the moment. Unless anyone can recommend a book that encourages the long overdue return of post-partum brain function? Anyone…?
Hard copy or ebooks?
Hard copy. I just don’t enjoy reading from a screen, probably because I already spend way too much time in front of one. *coughs*
Are you a person who tends to read to the end of chapters, or are you able to put a book down at any point?
If it’s a good book I have to finish the chapter.
If it’s a not-so-good book I might put it down mid-chapter, wander down the hall to check Facebook, put some ironing away, make a sandwich, watch an episode of whatever crappy reality program is on television and then resume the chapter hours later when I need a fast-acting sedative to put me to sleep.
What are you currently reading?
I’m reading some crappy Lee Child crime novel thing I picked up for 50 cents to see what all the fuss is about. It’s one of those books I will actually put down mid-word. Not even mid-chapter. Mid-word. I don’t know why I’ve not completely given up on it yet; something inside me is urging me to plough through it, so it might well turn out to be one of those slow burners. He’s lucky that it’s spring and not winter otherwise it would have been a fast burner. In my combustion fireplace. It annoys me that much.
What is the last book you bought?
The last book I literally bought was something called “BUMS”. It’s a book for my kids. It has a whole bunch of different animals and pictures of their bums, because we are highbrow like that.
The last thing I bought for myself was a couple of Dean Koontz horrors because I am obsessed with Stephen King and he gave Koontz a massive rap in his “On Writing” memoir. I’m not into it. I’m so underwhelmed. Nothing satisfies me lately so this is obviously my problem and I’ve clearly lost my book libido if squillon-selling authors are failing to touch me in all the right places. Is there a literary equivalent of Horny Goat Weed I can consume?
Are you the type of person that only reads one book at a time or can you read more than one at a time?
Monogamous reader here, if my emotional needs are being met. If they aren’t I’m a shameless book slut.
Do you have a favourite time of day and/or place to read?
Oh, how adorable: that implies I have some choice in the matter. I miss being able to curl up on the sofa on a stormy Saturday to read a book. I miss commuting to work by train, with a good book to distract myself from the body-odour of the person sitting next to me.
The only time I get to read now is late at night, when I am generally in a vegetative state of exhaustion and mental atrophy. I tend to fall asleep before I get very far (usually to a self-pitying soundtrack of tiny violins, much like the ones accompanying this piece).
Is there a specific book or author that you find yourself recommending over and over?
It might come as a surprise, but the one book I find myself recommending a lot is “You Can Heal Your Life” by Louise Hay. Some of it is too out there – even for me – but she makes some really insightful comments about self-criticism and negative thought patterns. I actually make a point of buying every second-hand copy I come across so I can pass them on to people, like a little Self-Help Santa. That shit changed my life. This is not a joke. This is me being sincere.
YOUR THOUGHTS CREATE YOUR REALITY, PEOPLE! ALL IS WELL IN MY WORLD!
My name is Hugzilla and I am addicted to self-help books.
I’m going to nominate two of my favourite blogging brains to answer these questions, because it will further add to the extensive dossier of personal information I’m compiling about them for purely sinister purposes.
Pinky Poinker: Because she’s a teacher, so she be real smart I reckon.
Mumabulous: Because I can’t imagine her reading anything that isn’t male-sub BDSM erotic fiction.
Does anyone else snack while they are reading?
Seriously? Is this a thing?
I feel like I’ve been missing out.