There are as many ways to mark your place in a book as there are opinions about it. The and the are fun, but it’s time to get serious and once and for all rank the bookmarks. Let’s go: The lowest form of marking your place in a book is as part of a marketing maneuver to get in on the .
Pouring a bunch of dish soap on a book just so you can demonstrate to the internet that your dish soap brand can express a full range of human emotions is wicked behavior. You may think of your chocolate chip cookies as having an irreverent, silly, and ironically horny voice, but I don’t have to stoop to indulging your bleak fantasies. Worse than tearing out entire pages, because it indicates to me that you know better.
You are aware on some level that ripping up a book to mark your place is deranged behavior, and are holding yourself back from tearing out whole pages out of shame or propriety. Listen to the weak appeal of the weeping angel on your shoulder, and stop. I know some hikers do this to lighten their packs as they go, but still, I can’t give it a pass.
Laying your book fully spread-eagled on your bedside table before you go to bed, or splayed ass-up on a counter when you’re done reading before work? This shows me that you’ve reached a level of living in the moment that is becoming irresponsible and a burden on those around you. Repent—there’s still time. Let me explain here: I took a college class where we read a lot of those small, Dover Thrift Editions.
There was a .
