Hi guys! I have a whole post written–stop laughing! I do!–but there’s a lot of tweets embedded and it’s kind of long, so it’s hiding behind the jump.
Before I get into my bit, here is a long list of tweets for you to read. (Can you tell how late I am with this post? Hint: Look at the tweet dates.)
I can practically see you guys cringing right now. I’m pretty sure I can hear everyone going:
Oh god, no! I would never do that to my books! Crazy!
Listen, I totally understand. I am personally not of the variety of people who find it A-OK to write in books. But that’s the whole point of this post. Why have I come to believe that writing in books is this horrible, awful thing? Essentially, why do I treat my books like “holy relics”?
Well, it could be the cost of the books. “I spent X amount of money on my books and HECK NO! I’m not going to ruin them like that.” That’s fine, but I spend money on a lot of things that end up getting used, abused, and eventually trashed. My point is: what is the purpose of buying something and then refusing to use it or make it yours? I know reading counts as using the book, but that’s only one part of it.
When we buy coloring books we check out all the pictures and then we grab our crayons and get started. Notebooks are purchased for the sole purpose of writing. Planners and diaries are marked up. Textbooks are highlighted left and right. Novels are… read. We’re encouraged to write in other forms of books, but not novels. Makes sense considering they’re made for reading, but who says we can’t write in our books? It’s become some type of Unwritten Rule and I think it’s bullshit. I think it’s like buying a WRECK THIS JOURNAL and then refusing to wreck it. Refusing to make it yours.
Why shouldn’t I underline that quote that I adore?
I personally love it when I buy a used book and realize someone wrote inside it. Those notes are little stories within the story. I will even go out of my way to buy a marked up copy of a book if the thoughts written inside are interesting enough. They become part of the book. It’s almost like reading a review or even an add-on to the main story. You’re getting to know a complete stranger. It’s great.
I think what I need to remember is that it’s not so much the physical books that are important, but the stories. Why shouldn’t we want to add our thoughts and ideas into those stories? It’s all part of the experience, isn’t it? Who ever said we weren’t allowed to add to the story? I don’t know, guys. I don’t know. But I’ll tell you what. One day I hope someone buys one of my old books and gets to know me through the impassioned notes I scrawled in the margins.
One day, maybe. (But probably not any time soon because I’m still too uptight about it. Haha!)
Anyway: as a parting note here is one of my favorite tweets back to Rainbow’s thoughts.
Okay, so bring on the fire! Because I know a lot of you won’t agree. What do you think?