Unnatural love

I have a problem. Well actually I have a couple, but today we're going to talk about one in particular.

I am a book snob. But not just any kind of book snob, I am a fantasy book snob.

Which would probably explain my sex life.

My mom was a librarian during my entire childhood and she was always bringing home books for my brothers and I. It was always exciting when mum brought home new stuff. And the rest is kinda history.

I've always been a fan of the whole fantasy setting. Magic, knights, dragons, alternate realms of reality, pretty much everything a tubby geek requires to get through the day. I read Lord of the Rings for the first time when I was 12.

I've tried other kinds of books, popular fiction, biographies, hell I've even delved into the strange world of historical fiction. None of which ever really appealed to me. It's why I wasn't the best bookstore employee, I know pretty much everything there is to know about epic fantasy, but not much about anything else. I like what I like. And by like, I mean love.

I bet you know somebody who likes to read, maybe you always see them with a book in their pocket, or in the break room at work. These people are strictly amateurs compared to me. I read 300 pages a day. At least.

I don't read my books once and give up on them either. I read them over and over and over, especially my favorites. Which might be all of them. My books are well loved and much loved, cracked spines, food stains, dog-eared pages, covers barely even on anymore. My books have character.

But my feelings on books that aren't mine are a bit volatile. As in I have uncontrollable bouts of blinding rage. Probably why I hate Twilight so much. This is kinda why I'm not big on most those "get people to read" campaigns.

Amen buddy

Most, but not all.

Because what if they end up reading shitty books?

Or my idea of shitty books.

That's me. I swear the couches in our living room are like crack for a napping habit.

Spammy