I was thinking about something this week as I accidentally did last week’s topic for Top Ten Tuesday, which was to share the top ten longest books I’ve read…
I am not a fan of long books.
I was looking at the list of books, and most were fantasy series, and I don’t like series much either, partially because they’re usually so long, but that’s a topic for another post. I remember reading a lot of these books and groaning over how long they were. I started rereading the Harry Potter books a couple months ago, but stopped because I was dreading having to read the later books. The longest book I’ve read is HARRY POTTER & THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, which clocks in at over 850 pages.
I am embarrassed by this.
I think lots of book lovers love long books, and people have that saying “I like big books and I cannot lie” from the song, and I’m over here like…I would prefer my books small or medium, please. It’s not that I *can’t* read long books, I just prefer to read in smaller, more manageable chunks that allow me to read more books per month or year versus books that seem to never end and take forever.
It makes me feel like I’m not a real book lover sometimes.
Which is ridiculous, because I love books more than anyone I know, my literal job is books, and I know there are many types of booklovers and readers. A book lover isn’t inherently more or less valid based on how much they read or what type of book they read, if they read or listen to an audio book. But still, I sometimes get this nagging sense that I’m not a as good a reader as I think I am or that other book lovers would cringe if they knew I wasn’t a long book person.
I know there’s no right way to love books, and my way of loving books does not make me more or less valid as a bookworm. Still, I feel self-conscious about my dislike of long books, and I hope that this post will perhaps encourage others to voice their own book-loving concerns so we can all feel less embarrassed about things that probably don’t need to be embarrassing.