❄️ ←A rare picture of me being me, a snowflake—unique. 💁
Joking aside, Beth at Reading Every Night recently tagged me in The Unique Blogger Tag (thank you, Beth!). I don’t know how unique my answers will strike you, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless 😊.
- Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
- Answer the questions.
- In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 8-12 people for the same award.
- Ask them 3 questions.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ (ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, sᴘɪʟᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.)?
Since I rarely read physical books anymore, I had to think faaar back for this question—all the way to first grade:
I remember my class was listening to an audiotape of a story while we read along in our textbooks. It was one of those recordings that signaled the listener to turn the page along with the narration. Our teacher cautioned us to treat the textbooks with care as they were new and would be used for several years. Yet, I, being the little, competition-driven egomaniac I was, was in a heated race with the boy who sat across me. The objective of the race was to turn your page as soon as the audiotape chimed, faster than your opponent. The prize? Bragging rights during recess, of course.
I don’t remember what story we were reading that day or what lesson it was supposed to convey, but I sure as heck learned mine.
I was so close to winning the game when I turned my page too fast—too furious—and tore it from the textbook. The sound of paper tearing drew all of the tiny, beady eyes of my classmates to the dead tree clutched in my hand. My teacher was too upset to do anything but shake her head in disappointment. I think I cried.
I can snicker at the memory now, but at the time, all I felt was shame for ruining a brand new textbook and, worse than that, losing the game to the smug six-year-old sat across me.
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇ-ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ?
I know I’ll always have regrets no matter what (exhibit a. the textbook murder of first grade), so if I could re-live one moment, it wouldn’t be to change anything from my past.
That being said, I’d love to go back to a day anytime in the past year that I spent with my college friends. I feel like I didn’t savor those moments enough because I was too preoccupied by school stress. I don’t know when I’ll see them again now that we have graduated and are an ocean apart ☹.
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋɪsʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ?
I think it would be interesting to take the place of the little prince from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and follow the plot of the story. I imagine the world in which I would be plopped in would be soothing and magical, so it wouldn’t be difficult to savor the beauty of the eye-opening journey.
Heran @ Be Frisky / Luna @ Bookish Luna / Jenna @ Bookmark Your Thoughts / Kathy @ Books & Munches / Iona @ Dragon Waffles / Kitty Marie @ kitty marie’s reading corner / Kristin @ Kristin Kraves Books / Dani @ Perspective of a Writer / Nia @ Shades of Paper / Sophie @ Sophie’s Corner
- If you could reread any book for the first time, what book would it be?
- Asides from reading, what are some of your hobbies?
- If your life was a book, what would its title be?
Feel free to answer my questions in the comments or in your own post even if I didn’t tag you!