kris’ confessions: reading taboos


Some time ago… at some blog… somewhere… I did a series of guest posts to do with my bad reading habits.

While it is true I have close to a gazillion of these, the three I wrote about – in no particular order – were:

  • Reading the end of a story to see what happens.  Much more difficult with ebooks, but still doable.  Trust me on this.
  • Breaking the spines of books.  So very satisfying to hear that sharp crack.  It’s the book version of popping bubble wrap.
  • Toilet reading.  You know you do.  Don’t deny it.  Own it.

Anywho, because I’m in a sharing kind of a mood, I thought I’d let you know what I’ve been reading on the toilet.

You’re welcome.


I know!

It has cats!  It has a zombie apocalypse!  It is a choose your own adventure story!

What more can you want in a toilet book?!

It’s a gift directly from The Book Goddesses especially for the all-mighty porcelain throne!


So what have you been reading on the toilet lately?  Don’t be shy.  A toilet is one of the greatest social equalisers.

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dear author


Dear Author,

I *still* do not think that word means what you think it means.

Use a dictionary, for fuck’s sake.

Love, me.

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the author/pedestal thing revisited


Ages ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I wrote a post about the pedestal we readers tend to put authors on and asked if people really wanted to know everything about an author they liked or if they preferred to to keep their distance.  At the time I said

I have to admit that in many ways I LIKE keeping my head in the sand. I WANT an author I enjoy to remain up on that pedestal I put ‘em on.

Despite having encountered – both directly and indirectly – more and more authors via twitter and various blogs, I find my point of view hasn’t changed.  If anything, social media has intensified my feelings.

While fandoms, authors behaving badly, wankfests, etc don’t necessarily happen on a day-to-day basis, the rapid sharing of information means the incidents that do occur become public knowledge very quickly and are widespread.  Human nature tends to focus on the negative and there is no hiding when the instantness of platforms like twitter sees some responding reactively and without consideration.  Lord help those who type before they think because there is always, always someone watching who is ready to hit the retweet button or take a screen shot.

I’m not about to enter into an academic discussion about social media, blah, blah, nor am I going to deny having been an avid spectator to certain events in the past.  I will say, however, the line between private and public seems to be increasingly blurred and, while there are vast benefits to being part of virtual, global communities, there are also considerable costs.

This pertains to the bookmunity too where authors and readers can easily interact; becoming nodding acquaintances as well as close friends.  Accessibility, though, can be a dangerous thing in such cases because the closer the relationship gets, the harder it will fall.  And we’re not talking about a vague topple from that pedestal here.  Instead, it’s a gory cartoon-like massive high-dive face-plant into a tarnished cheap-arse metal thimble of stagnated, toxic water.  Yeah. Owie.

So, yes, as unfair as it is, I don’t want to know if my favourite authors are actually human.

I’d rather hide under the cotton covers of my four-poster bed, softly smiling in my sleep as I lovingly cradle my cherished book and dream of waif-like authors in billowing, gauzy summer dresses who leisurely take their tea on mismatched fading crockery in glorious, sun drenched gardens with gurgling fountains, plump roses and long-haired cats lying languidly on velvet pillows watching colourful birds and shimmering fairies flit across peaceful ponds beneath hooded eyes and lazily twitching tails that caress the naked feet of the beautiful knowing soul who lovingly creates worlds and crafts tales in well-worn handwritten journals just for you…

Hey, if I’m going to romanticise an author I might as well go all the way, right?


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things that make you go O.o


You know you’ve been reading too many shifter books when you start yelling at the book because the author is doing the mating thing wrong.

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dear author


Dear Author,

‘Awe’ the word is not the same as ‘awww’ the sound.

For all that is good and holy, please just stop.

Love, me.

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maybe it’s me, but…


Maybe it’s me, but have you ever read something in a story and then gone online to see if it’s the real deal?

The other day found me researching if the appendix was connected to the rectum after reading about it in an mpreg.

Yeah.  I went there.

So, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever looked up after you’ve seen it in a book or on the tellie?  Be embarrassed with me.  Please.

Posted in books, m/m, maybe it's me but, me, randomness, reading, things that make you go O_o, WTF | 22 Comments

knock, knock.


Can you believe it’s been something like 2 years since I last posted anything on my blog?  Wow.  Somehow, though, the bookity world has managed to move on without me.

Who knew my awesomeness was all in my head?

Anyways, I’m back *apparently* and, as was the case when I first set up this blog, I have no real idea what I’m doing other than having a vague urge to start talking about books and reading again.

Will it last?  Time will tell.

My aim is to post once a week.  And, hopefully, not get caught up in any shit.

Again, time will tell.

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