BY JADE CHERRIE SBRESNI
For me, the hobby of reading is like playing a game of Tinder. You either find a good book to sink your teeth into, like a double cheeseburger and a large chocolate shake from McDonalds after a “night of studying”.
You spend all your spare time and late nights reading and reading; telling yourself that “one more chapter won’t hurt” until four days have passed, your friends haven’t seen you in days, your mum has reported you to police as a missing person and your landlord finds you contemplating the meaning of life, living off copious amounts of ice-cream and chocolate, and blasting your own debut heartbreak Spotify playlist.
Put it this way, finishing a good book is like going through a Tinder break up. You go through the motions of heartbreak and stalking, finally accept the relationship is over and finally go back to browsing the bookshelves for another victim.
Or you stop reading for months and months, your Instagram feed is adorned with break up quotes, and you’ve shared every break up meme you possibly could on Facebook; until one day a book catches your eye and draws you in with its mysterious neck tattoo and chain-smoking ways.
The mysterious, neck tattoo and chain smoking ways moment for me came when I popped into a bookstore on my way home from University. I was browsing the shelves, picking up books that caught my eye, reading the blurbs and flicking through the pages to see if the book was even remotely interesting.
We all know that what matters the most is what lies beneath the cover. The moment I had can be likened to that of being ‘Super Liked’ by a potential suitor on Tinder.
Did he mean to Super Like me?
Was it an accident and should I swipe right on him?
To me, the book and I were a perfect match. We spent many long nights together, curled up on the sofa, and talking all night long. Until one day, he left in the dead of night as I am proud pro-pineapple on pizza supporter.
-Goodbye Unsolved Australia you have been my lover. X