If you are a bookworm like me, chances are we have similar predicament. I think I’m running out of shelf space to accommodate those books which still don’t find a permanent home. My love for books and my desire to collect them first came to mind when my officemate Ms. Eunice Villa of PGO-Information Office way back years ago, lent me her copies of the first five Harry Potter books. I remember doing some marathon reading to catch up the five books, as the sixth in the series would soon come on print that time. I remember missing meals and sleep. Yes, lots of sleep because I just couldn’t put the book down. And when I finished the fifth book, it ended on a cliffhanger. The sudden death of those Harry Potter characters hurt me more than my last heartbreak, haha. I felt empty on that period of anticipation for the next sequel, like I had the urge to write JK Rowling begging when would be the next sequel be on print. As I walked the hallowed halls of the National Bookstore when the sixth book came off the press, I had this battle with myself to pick the book or take out my wallet. The cover price would cost me months of having no snacks or even decent meals. Yet, I won. That was the first hard-bound book I owned – the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I also have this struggle of welcoming the frustrating world of book-to-movie adaptations, like when I watched the last Harry Potter movie franchise in Manila in 3D, the “book is better” was, and still a confirmed statement. That even holds true to a lot of book-to-movie adaptations especially when the movie gets everything wrong or when the actors just don’t fit the characters. I also have this habit of downloading movies and e-books via torrent online. New e-books kept on coming, yet they just find themselves on jam-packed bytes in my external hard drive. I have this constant seeking for the scent of the book. This is probably one of the reasons why people have not totally given up on books even in the advent of digital world revolution. Books even smell better than roses, haha. Here’s a personal case in a point, I have more books than my shirts and jeans combined, yet I don’t feel bad about this. Even more funny is that I usually own multiple copies because more often than not, cover redesigns are drop-gorgeous. I also have this different book format (hardcover and paperbacks). I also cringe at books with movie tie-in adaptations like my Nicholas Sparks collection.
Sometimes, I miss a popular movie, deciding not to watch it because I haven’t read the book yet. I just feel that reading the book after watching the movie makes the book a little boring and uninteresting. Finding a comfortable reading position doesn’t seem to end. Sit or lie? On my side, back, feet up or down? One of my life goals is to own a library with a sliding ladder, of course. When I visit a house, first thing I actually look at with interest is a bookshelf. I feel an unseen magnetic force that suddenly draws me into a bookshelf.
My favorite book? Well, it’s the Harry Potter series. I don’t limit myself to popular book genre. In fact, my collection also includes the controversial Twilight and The Fifty Shades of Grey series.
Dog-eared pages make me sad when a borrowed book is returned. Or worse, it is not returned at all. Yes, I’m still waiting for the book to be returned. And if you’re reading this, you know who you are, haha. A little part of me dies everytime a book gets damaged. After reading the last page of the book, I ended up not knowing what to read next. Suddenly I run out of books to read. I wonder how these things happen. This is a real struggle for a bookworm like me. How about you?