Okay, I’ll admit it. I suffer from what I refer to as bookish amnesia. I pride myself on having a pretty good memory (as long as it’s not school related hehe). I can cite authors and the titles they wrote. I can tell you the order of books in a series and the year they were published (usually). I can – I just have a good memory, okay? But… it does fail me pretty often.
Stories are fresh in my mind for a good week or two. After that, my memory of it starts to deteriorate and the details vanish into thin air. Soon enough, say six months later, I need prompts to help me remember just what happened in a book and sometimes, even the name of minor characters (or their role in the story). The more time that passes since I last read a book, the less I remember and the more my recap of the story turns into a mere few phrases and feelings instead of a full length, chapter by chapter retelling.
This is probably why I don’t have a lot of reviews written. Writing reviews are a bit complicated for me. I have to wait a few days for my feelings about the book to settle down after I read it. After I have more time to think and reflect on the story, the characters, the writing, and other elements of the book. And I also have to find the time to write it. But I can’t wait too long because after a while, maybe a month or two, all the details from the book have pulled a vanishing act from my brain. Even my notes can’t help me remember everything. 🙁
My bookish amnesia is also the reason why I don’t like reading series that often. At least, series still in progress. Waiting the typical year between books is brutal for me. Not only because I’m dying to know what happens next, but also because I will inevitably forget pretty much everything that happened in the first book. And that means more work for me. Yay. -__-
It’s not that I don’t like reading books, but I am a bit cautious when it comes to rereading novels I liked when I first read them. Sometimes rereading proves to be a fatal task and once I’m done with it (or start it), I don’t even want to read the next book anymore. Because rereading a book has the ability to alter my perception of a book. And it’s usually for the worst. Also, I can also be known as the world’s laziest blogger. A procrastinator driven by mood. You can see how that is a bad combo.
Still, despite the problems it creates, bookish amnesia does have benefits. If I read a really bad book, I don’t have to worry about it haunting me for the rest of my life. I just won’t refresh my memory of it and let its details drift away from my mind. That being said, I can’t forget the bad feelings that come with reading bad books. For example, while I have forgotten everything that happens in them, every time I see the last two books in the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, I can’t help but be filled with scorn and hate. You can’t win at everything, I guess.
Do you suffer from bookish amnesia?
If you do, how does it affect you?