On Friday, I received the latest (and last) book in the Percy Jackson series: The Last Olympian. I’ve been waiting for almost a year for this last book in the series. I’m almost done with it and if I hadn’t fallen asleep reading the past two nights (no fault of the book…it’s great. I blame my sleepiness on the NBA playoffs) I would be finished by now. I have this weird ritual involving the end of a book series, ok pretty much any new book, but I take special joy in celebrating the end of a series.
First I have to hold the book for a few minutes. For as techie oriented as I am, I’ll always choose to physically read a book in lieu of reading it on the computer. There are too many experiences involved in reading a book. I love the scent of a new book, and knowing that I’m the first person to open the cover and flip through the pages.
After just holding the book for a while, I start analyzing the cover art trying to identify any foreshadowing or symbolism. As terrible as this is for anyone (especially a librarian) to admit, I do occasionally judge a book by it’s cover. Don’t cringe, I know….it’s a flaw. The artwork on some books (the US versions of Harry Potter — THANK you Mary GrandPre) are almost as delectable as the story inside.
I’m a font freak. I love looking at them, analyzing why a particular font was chosen. I like the shape of letters and the structures of words. I like looking at different text and seeing the impact of the typesetting and how it can alter and affect the tone of a book. I love when authors use different styles of fonts to indicate other speakers or change in time or setting.
I need a quiet spot to read, most of the time I need to be alone in a room or in my bed with just my reading light on. Ever since I was a little girl, I would read late into the night. My mom used to have to take my books away so I could go to sleep. Even now, I’ll read until the wee hours of the night just so I can finish a chapter or two. I’m a little obsessed with finishing a book.
When I was ready to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I sat in a recliner with a huge bottle of water, some snacks and a blanket. I held that book for at least 30 minutes before I even opened it. This was it. The end of it all. Soon, I would have all the answers I thought I was waiting for. 12 hours later I learned that wasn’t true…darn you JK Rowling!!
When I read the last page and closed the book, I remember blowing out a huge sigh of relief. Relief that I had finished the series and that I saw something to completion. I had major surgery 5 months before the book was published and I remember trying to calm myself down on the way to the OR by repeating “things will be ok. I have to be around to find out what happens to Harry” over and over. Inside my head…otherwise they would have taken to the psych ward instead of the OR.
I’m a disgustingly fast reader and I continually have to force myself to read slowly so I can enjoy a book more, but it’s a losing battle. I’ve always been a fast reader and would often read 2 books a day when I was growing up. I’ve been reading since a very early age and can’t remember going a day without reading a book. I’m so very lucky to have the financial means to feed my love of books. I’m pretty sure I spend more money on books than I do on clothing. Is that wrong?
what about you my fellow book lovers. Do you have any weird book rituals?