I can’t be the only one who suffers from this. I wouldn’t call it suffering to begin with but since there are some negative repercussions associated with this love, I will keep it as is.
I love paperbacks. I don’t care for hardcovers. A hardcover book has to be jaw-dropping, Cinderella-walking-down-the-stairs-into-the-ballroom beautiful for me to reach for it over a paperback copy (Hint: I’m a sucker for coloured edges).
But the paperbacks. Ahhhh where to begin?
I can fit so many more on my bookshelves.
I can fit it into more of my purses when I’m out and about.
They weight less thus I can either save myself the pain or just fit an extra book in the bag and make things even.
They’re floppy and fun to read.
They hurt less when I drop them on my face while reading in bed.
My bank account is a fan.
Moving will always be easier.
This love doesn’t come without its hardships. I usually have to wait a long time to pick up copies of books because they tend to first be released in a hardcover version. The waiting is by far the worst part of it all.
Do you have any preferences? Let’s talk about it!