I, myself, am not the greatest book owner. I tend to dog ear the pages to save my spot, spill food on them because I love to eat and read, and even accidentally lie on them when sleep over takes me. To be honest, I have always been bothered by the notion of “respecting” books; I like to make notes on things I’m reading, but sadly society discourages it. Notes are a powerful way to remember what one reads and to actually force one to think about what he/she is reading. In the instances when I fall asleep on my book, I can safely say that the 15 minutes prior to my sleep I absorbed nothing. I simply ran my eyes across the page and “read” it. This is why I like notes. Notes help us stay awake, and they make dense texts easier to read. I don’t know how many times I’ve run my eyes across my AP US history text book remembering none of the information and essentially wasting my time. I like the idea of marking up books, unfortunately I don’t actually enjoy reading dense, texts full of symbolism.
As I said before, I don’t like reading “rich” books that end up being akin to allegories. Why? Because, somewhat similar to this post, there’s very little plot and nothing to draw the common reader in. I’m a common reader, I don’t claim to read books for the same reason professors or intellectuals read books. I read for fun. I read to enjoy a story written with suspense and action; dense texts are the books I enjoy reading least. I don’t understand them well, and even when I try to take notes, I find that I don’t actually know what’s happening. A mixture of careless reading and disinterest causes me to steer away from these books. And, frankly, I’m perfectly fine living the rest of my life that way.