When I closed the cover of Big Little Lies recently, I realised that I have very distinct methods of closing books, depending on how it made me feel. Naturally, being the bookish nerd that I am, I wrote a list:
- The Fearful Pressing Together: A fearful, even reverent, closing after a magical reading experience; fearful lest any of the magic escape from the book – no sudden movements and all that. This one is often combined with (warning: things are about to get weird) a loving stroke of the front cover, in recognition of the joy that’s been gleaned from those pages. Refer All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
- The Satisfied Thud: The satisfaction of finishing what was almost certainly a cracking read. With this one, I’m not so worried about any magic escaping, while I definitely enjoyed the book, it didn’t touch my soul (at the risk of being dramatic). This might sometimes be accompanied by a little nod of approval directed at the front cover (as the author’s proxy). Refer Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty
- The Angry Slam: This one kind of speaks for itself. It’s unlikely that I will have made it to the end of the book to enact this guy – it usually happens somewhere after 100 painful pages, and while it doesn’t reflect a satisfying reading experience, the act of slamming the book shut is somewhat satisfying in itself. Refer Naked Lunch by William Burroughs
- The ‘Wait, What?’: Almost always accompanied by a furrowed brow and a look of general confusion. Otherwise known as The Close-Reopen, because it usually involves me reopening the book immediately after closing it to reread the final page in an attempt to find clarity and meaning. Refer All the Birds Singing by Evie Wyld
- The Floor Close: This is when the the floor kindly takes on the job of closing the book after I have thrown it across the room in frustration. Refer 1984 by George Orwell – was there ever a more frustrating (but also brilliant) ending to a book?
What are some of your book closing techniques (or am I the only sad sack who’s classifying these sorts of things?!).
Categories: Book life