BTT: Conditioning

2008 at 8am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

Today’s question: Are you a spine breaker? Or a dog-earer? Do you expect to keep your books in pristine condition even after you have read them? Does watching other readers bend the cover all the way round make you flinch or squeal in pain?

This is a very loaded question.  Relationships have been destroyed over questions like this. My own relationship is a bit more complicated because of it…but I’ll get to that in a minute. (I’ve been planning to blog about this anyway, so I’ll take this opportunity to go just a little off topic.)

I am a spine breaker from way back. I want to be comfortable when I’m reading, and I’m going to hold and bend and fold the book however I need to to make that happen.  When I leave for work in the morning, I toss my current book into my purse, where it gets jostled around all day, then I read during lunch (occasionally leaving crumbs or spills on the pages), toss it back into my purse, jostle it around some more while I run errands, and then drop it on the coffee table to be picked up again after dinner.

I don’t deliberately harm my books (just the thought makes me shudder), but they do look like they’ve been read when I’m done with them. I underline passages and write in margins and make notes on the blank pages at the very back. I’ve been known to draw diagrams of family trees or character relationships if the story is heavily populated, and this is the way I think God intended it.

My husband….well, that’s another story.

He thinks of his books as little trophies—evidence of his well-readness and reminders of his favorite pastime—and he absolutely, positively expects them to be in pristine condition after he has read them. No broken spines, no dog-eared pages (though I don’t do that anyway.  I’m a bookmarker all the way.), and DEFINITELY NO WRITING.

Which makes things interesting if I want to read a book that he already has.

When I borrow one of hubby’s books, I have to hold my hands just so to keep from breaking the spine. I have to place it delicately into my purse in the morning and eat my lunch very carefully. I have to resist the urge to underline or write notes in the margin, a feat I achieve by keeping a notepad at my elbow while I read, and if I damage the book, you betcha I’m buying him a new one (this has only happened once). But that has its own set of complications because when the new book arrives, he can’t put the pristine one on the shelf and just let it be.  No, he’ll know that he hasn’t actually read that copy, and he’ll feel compelled to read the book again.

Yes, I know my husband is weird. But he has many other wonderful qualities.

Where it gets really funny is when a new book comes out that we both want to read. If we’re going to share a copy, it will make him crazy to know that I read it first.  So, we can either buy one copy that he’ll read and then pass on to me, or we buy two copies. If I recommend a book I’ve read to him and he wants to read it, he won’t read my copy (what with the notes and underlining and broken spine) but will instead buy his own to keep in perfect condition.

So what we end up with is a whole bunch of duplicates, his clean copies snuggled up against my well-loved ones. I suppose he would say the condition of his books is evidence that they are well-loved also, just in a different way, and I’d have to agree. The man does love his books.

And I love him, so I suppose I’ll keep him, weird book habits and all.

Now, off to the new Toni Morrison, which I will undoubted write all over. And I’ll love every minute of it.

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