I am a writer. Often I’m off in my own little world, lost in thought, thinking up fantastic prose while I’m standing in the shower, nary a pen or dry paper in sight. Currently I have 135 books checked out from my local library. The last time I visited, it took three large canvas bags to carry all my books back to my car. My husband jokes that the library wants their library back. I write, I read. Okay, more like I read, I read, I read, I read way too much, and I write sometimes. I need a T-shirt that says I’d Rather be Reading.
I have a quirk though that I naively assume all writers have. I inspect the book I’m about to read. It’s a bit like foreplay for bookworms. First I have to read the author’s bio in the back of the book. There must be a picture. I need a face with the name. No author picture makes me cranky. Next, I read the acknowledgments. I think it’s a tiny peek behind the velvet curtain. You get a feel for who the author is, whether it’s serious and lengthy or short and light-hearted. Jenny Offill promised a pony to her editorial staff at Knopf. That made me love her before I’d read one single word of her novel.
Next I read the back cover for blurbs or whatever goodness the publisher has decided to grace us with. I might skim the inside flap to get a feel for what I’m about to delve into, but mostly I like to be surprised. A peek at the first few pages and then it’s time to read. What about you? What are your book reading rituals?