The Pros and Cons of being a Book Polygamist
There are definitely two types of readers: The committed reader who gives their heart away to only one book at a time. The wavering, indecisive reader who has a hundred books open at once, constantly moving between them. I can see them now. The Book Monogamist sitting at a neat table, a freshly brewed cup of tea, hair and clothes neat, rose-scented candle burning, reading peacefully while Pines of Rome plays softly in the background. A single tasselled bookmark sitting next to the book. And then I see the Book Polygamists. I see them hunched over their desk, messy hair, still in their pyjamas despite the approaching lateness of the day, six mugs of varying ages of coffee, surrounded by piles of books, pages dog-eared and marked with receipts, teetering backwards and forwards while A Night on Bald Mountain heralds their impending suffocation under the pile, where they will lie until they are eaten by stray cats. Okay, so I clearly have a slightly warped view of reading habits, and clearly admire the ability of those in the first category …