I actually hate borrowing books. It is probably my least favorite thing.
If you recommend a book to me, I will read it. If you offer your copy to me, I will happily take it. IMMEDIATELY AFTER, I will regret it.
A couple of weeks ago, a good friend of mine recommended We Have Always Lived in a Castle by Shirley Jackson and offered me her copy. My issue with borrowing books isn’t anything to do with not annotating or feeling like I have to be really careful, although those aspects suck– it’s more irritating that I feel pressured to read them.
I am such a moody reader that I can’t feel obligated to read. Class assignments and recommended books, are a nightmare to me. The amount of pressure I put on myself is ridiculous, but it’s there nonetheless.
Anyways, this is a really longwinded way of saying that I haven’t read a lot lately because I feel so stressed about reading this one less than 200 page book.