I went to my reliable books-about-reading shelf for today’s book – well, it’s not so much a shelf as the worktop in my kitchen, because readers in small flats have to use every spare inch of space for books. I love Anne Bogel’s podcast ‘What Should I Read Next?’ and have twice (unsuccessfully) applied to appear on it. But I hadn’t yet read this little book about reading, which my dad got for my Christmas present a few years ago.
In it, Bogel does what she does on the podcast – shares an infectious love of reading. It’s not the most personal-memoir-esque book in this genre, though there are moments which reveal how books have been there for her in crises and in joyful circumstances, and a little about what reading means to all the members of her family.
Bogel casts her net a bit wider – writing in a way that is deeply true to her own life as a reader, but likely to be very similar for many readers (perhaps only some titles changed, and some ages shifted up or down a few years, and a slightly different progression of career, family, education). She writes about how books have meant different things to her at different times, how she deals with buying vs borrowing books, the first time she sobbed at a book – and the books she sobs at now, and how rewarding a reading twin can be – notably not the same as a twin who reads, but rather someone with very similar tastes to you. As I can attest, this is unlikely to be your actual twin.
I loved a couple chapters of humorous lists – one on how to organise your bookshelves, which is certainly not as straightforward as that sounds, and another on bookworm problems. Here are a couple of quotes from that chapter:
You’re at a killer used book sale and can’t remember if you already own a certain title You decide you do and come home. You were wrong and regret your lost chance. You decide you don’t and come home and shelve your newly purchased third copy. You accidentally buy two of the same book at the book sale.
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You accept that it’s time to cull your personal library. You lovingly handle each book, determining if it brings you joy. It does. They all do. You are full of bookish joy, but still woefully short on shelf space.
I’d Rather Be Reading is a lovely little book – full of bookish joy. It isn’t as idiosyncratic or personal as some books about reading, and perhaps for that reason won’t be quite as memorable in its details – but it’s the perfect book to reassure any devoted reader that they are not an anomaly in the world, and that plenty of other people feel exactly the same.