Today’s topic is for all the page benders, cover creasers, dog earers, and even the “books as a drink coaster” people. It’s time for the book abusers to come clean and confess their destructive natures. I’ll start first by outing my family. My mother, bless her, is pure evil to paperbacks. She’ll be engrossed in a novel and the front cover will slowly get rolled around behind. It obliterates the spine,and after one reading the pages are nearly unglued, and the book will never fully shut.
I’m pretty darn careful with my books. I abhor loose pages and creased covers. The most damage I do to a book is that I tend to fray the edges of the covers. Mostly due to my sweaty Sasquatch hands, but that’s not my fault. I simply refuse to read with tweezers. So how do you abuse your books? Maybe you have a particular story of book abuse you’d like to share?