Ever since joining a book club and starting watching Booktube-videos as a religion I have come across certain aspects of reading, that I didn’t have any experience with before, when reading was something I never talked nor thought about. Reading was something I just did, a lot.

I have become more aware of how other people read, and it made me realize that there are only certain conditions under which I enjoy reading, or certain habits that I have created for my own. I thought it would be fun to share some of my reading habits/problems/conditions with you.

Don’t read in bed if stay awake, I must

When I read a book lying down, I always, always, always fall asleep. It amazes me that I never got a concussion because I needed to read a book with a 1000 pages in bed. Or, that I still haven’t got bruises or scratches from dropping books on my head. I hate this, because I love to lie down in my bed, and I also love to read, but I can’t seem to stay awake while combining the two. I think I will fall asleep eventually when I lie down in bed, but that moment always seem to come much sooner when I’m reading.

Reading and listening to music: the golden twosome

I hate to read when it’s completely silent around me. Anyone living with guinea pigs will say that there is never again a moment of silence in your house from the day you get them, but for some reason they like to sleep for hours at times they don’t expect any food. For instance, when I don’t have to work but my boyfriend has, they seem to be able to register that he’s out of the house, but can’t wrap their little brains around the fact that I’m still at home. So, ‘logically’, they decide to ignore my presence and chill the hell out all day.

So, yes, there is complete silence in my house on those days, but I need to do something at the same time as I’m reading because otherwise I can’t concentrate. I love to listen to music while reading, but it can’t be music that I haven’t heard before, so I have been stuck to listening to Birdy and Selah Sue and Keane and Electric Youth, because I’m familiar with their music. Also, I like to read when I’m on the train. The movement of the train, the soft murmur of conversations in the background… I love it.

Don’t touch my books!

I can’t stand it when other people touch my books. It’s come to a point that I rather remove all the books out of our sitting area when I have people over*. When you pick up one of my books, I won’t snatch it out of your hands or anything, because I think that’s rude, but I don’t like the idea of you touching my books: what if you drop them? Or make them dirty? Or, or, or… God forbid, fold a page? It’s not that I’m extremely neat with my books myself: I’ll never fold a page and I’ll avoid cracking the spine like I avoid horror movies, but I still carry them around with me so the covers get smudged eventually. But leaving it up to others to care for them, no.

So, there you have it. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, or am I?

Unfortunately, two hungry men are calling for my attention right now. I’ll tell them to keep on calling, so momma can finish her book.

*All of the books I have lying around, evidently. Coming near the books in the bookcases is, even for me, pretty hard to do these days, because of my guinea pigs. These little guys come with a lot of stuff…


Francisca is a YA book clubber looking to diversify her reading. She studied history, loves her guinea pigs and the size of her TBR pile will make you feel less bad about your own.

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