I realized today that it had been quite some time since I posted anything other than reviews and challenge sign-ups. My bad. Thanks for sticking with me. We will now resume our (somewhat) regular programming.
So I’ve been thinking. About buying books. Probably because I’ve committed to not buy books in 2015 (with a few exceptions). Only a few days in and I’m feeling the pain. Thank goodness for Christmas book money.
Anyway, book buying ban or not, what makes me buy a book? I guess it depends on my mood. I mean, when I’m in a bookstore (especially an indie), I’m often a kid in a candy store. I snatch up anything that looks pretty and moderately interesting. Which often results in a ridiculous total at the register. So I guess that’s not what I’m trying to figure out as I write this post.
I’m talking about those thoughtful purchases. Those books you just have to have. The ones you want to be sure are at your fingertips whenever you think of them. This question is especially difficult for me since I started blogging and getting advance copies. I mean, if you’ve already read the book for free, do you bother buying it? You don’t have to delete or destroy the advance copies (well, you’re supposed to). You can go back and read them. But I don’t. If I truly loved a book, I go out and buy it. What’s interesting is that I rarely buy a book I got from the library. Not quite sure why.
I suppose that there a couple of things that result in a purchase of a book I’ve read as an advance copy. The first is, of course, that the book is good. Doesn’t have to be fabulous (see the next reason), but good enough for me to want to read again. The second reason often has to do with the author. The majority of books I purchase that I’ve read as advance copies are those written by authors that were nice to me. See, that’s all you have to do. Write a decent book and be nice to me.
What about preorders, you ask? Well that’s an entirely different category. I mean, when you preorder a book you’re committing to it in advance (often months in advance). For me this is much harder than any other book-buying decision. Some preorders are practically obligatory. Anything Diana Gabaldon writes, for example, is preordered months in advance. By the time I got my copy of Written in My Own Heart’s Blood it had been on preorder for an entire year. That’s right, 365 days, 52 weeks, blah, blah, blah. The rest of the time my preorders match the two reasons for buying any other book. Although the book needs to have been awesome (if an advance copy) or have lots of potential for awesomeness (not just be good).