I have books that I love…but then I have books that I LOVE SO SUFFOCATINGLY MUCH MY FEELS MIGHT EXPLODE MY SOUL BECAUSE OF IT. Which is not at all dramatic, don’t look at me like that. There are just some books that are uniquely special for a certain reader. We all have That Book, right? (Or books, if we’re immensely lucky and have this feeling MANY times.)
That Book isn’t so much “just a book” for us anymore — it’s more like part of us that either has a) defined how we feel about something, or b) changed us, or c) connected to us like nothing else. When this happens to me, pfft, GOODBYE CASUAL INTEREST. I become a somewhat rabid fan.
If you’re not sure what a “rabid fan” entails, don’t fret. I shall define the symptoms for you:
SYMPTOMS OF A RABID FAN
- Talking incessantly about That Book.
- People start to realise that when you open your mouth, it will be to mention That Book.
- You find yourself petting the covers and crooning “precioussssss” which is probably normal and healthy and fine.
- You probably know WAY too much about the author.
Which is probably not stalking.
- You’ve considered owning multiple editions.
- You’ve named your firstborn child/laptop/fish in honour of a character.
- You occasionally slip in little references into everyday conversations that NO ONE GETS but it amuses you because: rabid fan.
- You have a list of favourite quotes.
- You could talk about it for HOURS, basically, even if you have to duct tape someone to a wall to keep your audience there.
- If someone else mentions they are a fan, you immediately fangirl with them.
- If someone else mentions they hate it, you immediately gather tall boots, a shovel, and a body bag because that’s how it’s going to go, isn’t it?
But there is one rather large dilemma about having That Book in your life…
Should you recommend this book to EVERYONE … or should you hide it because it means so very much to you and must be protected at all costs?
At first glance this might seem selfish: BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY?! Books are not equally appreciated by all. OBVIOUSLY. That’s kind of the magic behind them. We interpret them differently and they appeal to us differently. Ergo my rabid love for a book will be someone else’s mediocre “eh whatever” and also someone else’s “well I hated this rotten crayfish”. How…how even can one handle that for a book they love SO VERY MUCH!?
It’s very scary. In fact, so scary that I have YET ANOTHER LIST (you are so welcome for the list-love today, mortals) of reasons it’s really scary to recommend That Book That Is Your Favourite Of Ever.
REASONS IT’S SCARY TO RECOMMEND IT
- That Book is somewhat a PART of you, so if someone potentially doesn’t like it…do they dislike you?
- You are aware not everyone will appreciate it because it’s odd/different, so why bother recommending a book that only appeals to a small audience anyway?
- You try to recommend it but your brain is going “MINE! MINE! MINE!” like an incessant seagull.
- Actually you’ve nearly recommended it to a local human but then realised you’d have to give them your copy and … okay, no.
- If it’s an obscure book a small little hipster-y part of you delights evilly in the fact that you are unique/special. Shh. This one is like a dark confession and we don’t admit it too loudly.
- You’ve been burnt in the past by someone very rudely laughing at your love of a certain book.
- This book is like cake. Do you share cake? No, not really. DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM HERE?
- Burying the haters’ bodies is actually exhausting. Sheesh.
I have this habit of wanting to protect my precious darlings. The book means something to me because it voiced something I couldn’t or or the character felt like me or it gave me the feelist of feely feels and that is a BIG DEAL for a Vulcan like me. If someone hates this book…I CANNOT EVEN FATHOM IT, OKAY?!
But, at the same time, LOGICALLY…these reasons can be quite stupid. Recommending books is great for authors and excellent for finding new fangirling friends. If we don’t tell people about This Book Above All Books, then they’re missing out on greatness! How can we be so mean?! SHARING IS CARING.*
* Unless you are, in fact, sharing diseases or house cleaning — in which case, not sharing is caring. Please keep your bacteria to yourself and also clean my house when you get a spare second. Thanks.
It really boils down to one fact: Some books are NOT EASY to recommend because we love them so. This isn’t a bad thing. And I’m like 89% sure most of we bookworms have encountered this intense passionate papery feeling at some point. It also reminds me over and over that books are pure MAGIC. A pile of dead tree skin with 26 letters rearranged on it can inspire that much intense feelings in us???? Did I say magic yet? Because: MAGIC.
how about you!?? (don’t let me be the only bizarre one with this feeling…PLEASE.) tell me what book(s) you are a rabid/protective fan of? do you recommend all books equally…or do you sometimes wnat to protect your favourite of favourites?? LET US DISCUSS THIS MADNESS. HUZZAH.