Have you ever asked yourself, “What book am I?” I think authors have an easier time answering this question, since they are the books they write. But what about everybody else—readers, bloggers, journalists, teachers, or anyone who loves words?
If you were a book, would you be a serious read, printed in hard cover with over 500 pages? Or would you be an breezy paperback of 250 words destined for young adults? Would you be a memoir with your contemplative face featured on the cover or a contemporary novel with bold colours and playful illustrations? And don’t forget about the font—serif or sans serif? Perhaps you are a traditional Times New Roman type, a straight-talking Arial, or a more refined Garamond.
What we like to read doesn't necessarily determine the type of book we are. For example, I am definitely a contemporary Canadiana novel girl, but in the past few months I've read a gamut of books including the Mars sci-fi Red Rising by Pierce Brown, the young adult cult-hit The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, a disturbing Canadian camping novel The Bear by Claire Cameron, a beautiful story about a blind girl in occupied France during WWII in All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, and the instructional writing book The Elements of Style by Strunk & White.
So, tell me, what type of book are you?