~Sadly, I do not.
That sounds so rude, but honestly, I don't. Years back – not that long ago, chill–freshman year of high school. 2008. Oh God, that is far. Anyway, I lent my copy of Breaking Dawn to my best friend. She hadn't had a copy and was desperate to read it, so I immediately suggested mine. You know when someone owes you money or owes you something, and both of you know it and that person simply refuses to bring it back up? She did that. She initially refused to give it back. So I throat-punched her.
Kidding, I swear. I kept bothering her. “So when are you gonna return my Breaking Dawn? Huh? Huh? Huh? Did you finish reading it yet? Huh? Huh? Huh?” She returned it the next day, and was pretty pissed. It had a tear in the book jacket. Believe me, I practically saw red.
Years later, I had another friend, who saw my lovely book collection and was all gaspy. She was itching to borrow one of my books, so I gave her one I wasn't exactly fond of. The Cupcake Queen. It’s not a bad book per say. She never returned it, and ironically, she came to my house in the future and was in awe again over my Sarah Dessen collection, and I was like: “Stay away, feline.”
I’ve had family members ask to borrow books. One of my cousins – who isn’t a reader in any way – wanted to borrow one of the Twilight books, back in the day for a school book report. Back when I was a book fiend / Twi-Hard. Back when I had the full collection. (I’ve since donated the other books. I only own Breaking Dawn now.) I said no. My mom asks to borrow books, sometimes. She doesn’t read them, though. Though I do share them with her, because I live directly down the hall. So.
Here's something potentially funny and/or unfunny, depending on how you read it. My mom was telling me how she read a preview of a book on her Kindle and was currently infatuated with the book. I decided to nod along: "Yes, Mom. Interesting." She told me the title and I nearly gasped. I owned it. Oh the dread. I was also a second from donating it. I Take You.
I told my mom how I was about to donate it, and she was pretty scandalized. She vowed to read the book. It went unread for months. Now, she uses it as a table decoration. Tada.
And one time – literally, last month or so – my sister took a book I was reading and held it captive for days. It was kinda accidental, though. My sister isn’t much of a reader either. She says I hate everything, which isn’t much of a lie. Ensue the evil laughter.
I did lend her my copy of Heart of the Matter, which is a book I love. In my defense, she helped organize my new bookshelf and I decided to be generous. She has since not given me not one reading update. I assume Heart of the Matter is MIA, then.
So tell me. Do you still lend your books? Do you keep an iron hold over them? How do you get rid of them? Do you hang onto all of them? If only. Spill that truth!