I began blogging about books in early 2008, and have done so off and on (mostly on) in the seven years since. During that time, I’ve come to realize that I’m a bit different from many book bloggers. I don’t say that in a disparaging way – toward myself or toward book bloggers. I love this community, and I love my kinda-unusual place inside it. The diversity and acceptance of this world is what makes it so wonderful.
It is okay that I am a book blogger that prefers to go out with friends instead of staying in to read a book. I am an extrovert. Yes, I love books, but I love people even more. I love discussing books with people. I love going to bookstores with friends, and meeting up with booknerds from around the world, and attending conferences, and going to book clubs, and making new friends. Hey, the reason I started blogging in the first place was to meet fellow like-minded people!
It is okay that I am a book blogger who focuses on decreasing the number of books I read each year. Years ago – through blogging, in fact – I discovered that my happiness did not increase with the number of books I read, and that actually, I began to resent books when I was reading dozens each month. I didn’t remember them, didn’t appreciate them, didn’t feel good reading them. It is hard for me to slow down and really take my time with each book, to give myself time and space between books, but when I push myself to do this, I get more of everything – pleasure, meaning, refreshment – from the written word.
It is okay that I am a book blogger who does not want to own a huge library of books. No, I don’t like to own a whole lot. I want to own only those books that I’ll revisit again and again, the books that make me happy. I don’t want to own books before I read them, and have no trouble not bringing new ones home. My public library system is wonderful, and my home library consists only of those books that bring me continuous happiness. This was recently brought home to me by a Facebook group for book-swapping, when I realized I literally have fewer than five books on my wishlist at present. And that’s okay.
It’s okay. It’s all okay. There is room for all different types of us in the book blogging world, and really, that makes me so very happy. I love all you people!