I have a new Instagram obsession and it’s a world that I never imagined would exist! Obsessions themselves are by no means new to me; I constantly cycle through phases where I’m more immersed in one interest than another. Before discovering this new world, my Instagram feed featured mostly travel accounts, with the occasional food accounts. It’s not hard to see where those come from, since they’re so integral to who I am.
I never considered that I’d have to make room for another type of account on my Instagram feed. But, as I grow old and weary (I turn 25 this year), I’ve come to recognize a few familiar faces that continue popping up over the years.
This Instagram obsession is about books. Now, where have I heard this before?
Not just books though. I know I’ve always been borderline psychotic about them. This time, it was about the aesthetics of books, which is currently driving young adults to read, I think! Maybe it’s because I’ve always thought this, maybe it’s because these accounts have tens of thousands of followers, but guys… I think reading is becoming popular.
Like anything, it started with an innocent curiosity Buzzfeed awoke in me: 19 Ways to Make a Next-Level Reading Nook.
Now, they’ve published article titles with “reading nook” in them before and, like a faithful booklover, I’ve clicked them all. This one, however, was different. It was a series of Instagram photos all from one account featuring books in various arrangements or bookshelves in pretty light. Buzzfeed had found the literary equivalent of a basic white girl’s Instagram selfie feed. There’s even a literary equivalent of the word “selfie”: “shelfie!” That’s a real hashtag!
I had to have more. One beautiful account wasn’t enough content to peek through the hundreds of travel accounts I follow. So, I spent a whole day sifting through #bookstagram to find popular accounts to follow. It didn’t escape me that most of these accounts were run by people in their teens. That made me feel a little weird and jealous, but I brushed it off so I could look at gorgeous book/shelf photos every day.
In addition to BookMarauder, I found abookishloveaffair,
Well, you get the gist.
My one complaint is that there seems to be a lack of adult fiction bookstagrams. Everyone is more focused on YA! While I do enjoy a good YA book now and again (in the same way I watch YA movies), I personally feel it lacks a complexity that I want in my reads. I could go on about this in another post. (Did you know 55% of YA book readers are actually adults? Some people have very strong opinions about this.)
I don’t follow these accounts without irony; I’m fully aware of the effort it takes for the creation of these photos. Some of them have different background patterns, some use a variety of props that I’m sure didn’t come cheap–there’s a vinyl player in one of them for heaven’s sake. But constantly rearranging your bookshelves, spending hours taking these photos reveals a bit of materialism in their love for books–something that I struggle with myself.
I didn’t know I wanted some of these materialistic things in the same way I didn’t know this world existed. I lust over these gorgeous bookshelves with a hungry fire, for their colorful book spines and their sizeist arrangements. I even wanted those weird, large-headed figures peppering each account even though I just recently ostracized small, useless pieces of junk from my room a la Marie Kondo (if it doesn’t bring you joy, throw it out!). The collectibles are called Funko Pops, if you wanted to know.
There’s no need for this book frenzy, as if I’m lacking at all. My bookshelves have been the the pride and joy of my room since junior high. In fact, were I a teen right now, I would undoubtedly be the holder of a bookstagram account. But now, I’m content to just inundate myself with beautiful, aesthetic photos of anything book-related. Maybe pop just a few of these on my own Instagram.
Which brings me to my point.
Having spent 3 years working for an English degree in college, it feels weird that I haven’t written analytically about any pieces of literature since then. For a good portion of my online life, I’ve lived and breathed travel. While it’s still going to be a big part of the blog, I think it’s time for a change. I’ve thought long and hard about making a separate blog solely for books, but honestly, I’m not going to blog about books as much as a book blogger does. (How many times can I use “blog” in 2 sentences?)
So, like my Instagram feed, I’m going to start making room for other passions of my life in this space. And I’m interested to see what else crops up!
What surprising interests have you developed over the years?