Probably not the most original title, but what can you do when the topic for Top Ten Tuesday is Bookish Problems?
1. South Africa, my bleeding heart
I love my country but it is so HARD being a bookworm here! New releases take an age to reach us, books are really expensive because they are taxed, giveaways often don’t include us… meh.
2. My country doesn’t read
So it kills me to admit this, but our stats show that only 14% of South Africans are active readers and only 5% of South African parents read to their kids. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE INTELLIGENT BOOKISH CONVERSATIONS, PEOPLE?!?!*
I love the opportunity to read books in advance but I have a few real problems with the platform, not the least of which is publishers approving galleys mere days before they are archived.
It’s not an uncommon problem but it’s new to me: I don’t have enough space for all my books. I just recently moved back home for work, and I have significantly less space for books now. Although, having too many books is kind of a nice problem to have.
Now that I’m employed it’s really hard not to buy whatever book my heart desires. I really need NOT buy more books before I’ve read a few of my own but… grabby hands!
6. Letting go/sentimentality
Is this a problem? I don’t think it’s a problem but people say it’s a problem. Should I just give some of my old books away? But they’re mine. All mine!
7. I can’t find my books!
This comes with living in a bigger house now. When I lived in dorms, my books had a limited space in which to disappear. Now they could be in the lounge! The bathroom! The kitchen! The fridge even! (That happened.)
Working is taking a lot more time than I envisaged. Even though I no longer have to study every night, the commute and other grown-up things are stealing my precious reading time.
9. Keeping track of quotes
I love quotes! I highlight them in my e-reader and underline in my books, but what I really want to do is transcribe them to my pretty quotes book. Except, I’m a little lazy.
10. Keeping it all in perspective
Sometimes I have a big existential crisis where I wonder what the point of reading is. Why do I do it? Am I missing out on life? Isolating myself? Addicted? But then I pick up a book again… and it all feels better.
* One of my biggest dreams is to be involved somehow in a project to increase reading in South Africa, but I’m a little stumped as to the hows of the matter.