I love being a part of the book community. Ever since I got onto social media and started blogging I’ve grown so much as a person and learnt so many new things. Every day I get to share my thoughts and reading interests and talk with other readers. It’s so much fun and I’m honestly very grateful that I found this community.
But some days I look back and wonder, were the older days better?
Nothing comes without its cons and the book community isn’t all happiness and rainbows. It has its own issues and debates and toxicity. But that’s not even what this post is about. I’m looking at this through the lens of reading. Before I started blogging I was an avid reader, yes but I had no pressure to read. I used to read whatever the hell I wanted, whenever I wanted. I didn’t have a TBR and I didn’t even look up books in advance. I spent hours in a library reading blurbs and skimming through the pages to pick out books that I thought I would like. Sure there was a chance I would end up hating that book but I just picked so many underrated gems in that manner! Books that I still remember to date, whether it’s their quirky titles or interesting plots.
But now my reading is so structured and organised. And yes, I like being able to read much more diverse books and thoroughly going through reviews to deem a book worth reading. I like reading hyped or popular books so that I can discuss them with friends. I’ve developed a system that lowers my chances of not liking or DNFing a book way more than before. But there’s still so much pressure. I’m always comparing my reading speed and progress with that of other people. I start worrying if I’m not liking a hyped book. I get anxious writing reviews or voicing my opinions because someone may lash out at me. And most of all I miss picking out a random book from the library and spending the day reading it without worrying about all my arcs and reviewing copies.
I miss the old days, my reading life from before the book community. There’s no way of going back and there are certain aspects that cannot be reversed. But I really am trying to go back into the habit of picking up a random book based on the blurb. To not check its Goodreads reviews and give it a shot. And since I’ve been feeling like this for a while now I was wondering whether I am alone.
Do you all feel this way as well? What steps do you try to take or maybe you plan on taking to relieve the stress of reading that comes with the book community? What other pressures do you face and what are the moments from your old reading life that you miss the most? Do chat with me about this in the comments below 🙂