A week ago I was in a Waterstones and came across a copy of The Song Rising by Samantha Shannon. This is not particularly surprising because it was close to the release date. But when I saw that book last week, it was on a shelf 5 days before the official release. Normally during occasions like this I will had a tiny freak out moment in the store, immediately buy the book then come home and tell everyone on the internet that I got a book before the release date.
This time it wasn’t quite like that. This time I noted that it happened to be a book I wanted to read. Was surprised to see that it already had money off. Then had a little think about whether I really needed to buy that book. Yes it is one I want to read, I enjoyed The Bone Season and The Mime Order. But I also already had the book on pre-order (though it wouldn’t be too hard to cancel that). There was also the fact that it was very unlikely I would read this book any time soon. So I did something I’ve never done in a bookstore before. I didn’t buy a book I wanted to read.
This is happening more and more regularly now. I don’t go into book shops all that often. I’m buying books even less and I hardly read anything at all. As of Wednesday the 8th of March it has been a week since I last picked up a book. And the thing is I’m totally okay with that. I’m tired, I don’t have much time and as a result I’m not reading so much. I still write blog posts about books I just don’t write so many actual book reviews. I’m sure some people would be horrified to see they were 5 books behind on their Goodreads challenge but it doesn’t bother me. To me reading 52 books has always been something I want to try and do every year, it’s not something I have to do.
But the thing is I have become known on the internet as a book blogger. I don’t call myself that but companies like putting people into groups and somehow I’ve become known as a book blogger even though I write about other things too. But I feel like I shouldn’t be called a book blogger anymore because I’m not doing the one thing book bloggers are mostly known for. That being reviewing books.
But that makes me think if writing about books I’ve read in the past is enough to make me a book blogger. I don’t go all into the literary analysis, I’m not the sort of person to write essays on why Dumbledore was the worst character in the whole Harry Potter series. All I do is recommend books, and you can only recommend the same books so many times. So basically, am I a book blogger? Sort of.
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