Starting a Commonplace Book Has Changed the Way I Measure A Book’s Worth

It’s not surprising to me how much I like it. I am a record keeper at heart, and I love finding new ways to document my reading life, whether it’s through a reading spreadsheet, a weekly newsletter, or, now, a commonplace book. What has surprised me, though, is how the act of keeping a commonplace book has changed the way I read, and the way I measure what a book is worth to me.

I annotated books heavily in my early 20s, but it’s been years since I’ve bothered to mark passages I love on the regular. Now, I read with my trusty pack of sticky notes by my side, and flag passages I might want to record later. Sometimes it’s because a sentence is particularly lovely. Sometimes, especially in nonfiction, it’s a passage I want to come back to, an idea I’m not done pondering. Whatever the reason, I’m always on the lookout now. I read more attentively. I’ve let myself slow down a little bit. I don’t want to miss anything.

This shift in the way I read is a gift. But I’ve also noticed that I’ve started thinking about books in a whole new way. One of my intentions for 2022 is to meet books where they are — to let a book be whatever it wants to be, rather than going into the experience with a lot of preconceived expectations. My commonplace book has helped a lot with this. I’ve come to value books not just for the experience of reading them, but for the passages I collect from them.

Earlier this year I read a book I was excited about that I ended up not loving. It wasn’t bad; it just didn’t wow me. It got a bit repetitive and vague toward the end, and I found myself wanting more from it. I don’t regret reading it; I liked it enough not to DNF it. But I don’t remember much about it now. Usually a book like that fades into the background, forgotten. In this case, though, I’d marked a bunch of passages to add to my commonplace book — five or six at least, which is a lot for a 150ish page book.

As I was transcribing these quotes into my commonplace book, I realized that there was one section of this book that I absolutely loved. The book as a whole isn’t a favorite, but pieces of it still spoke to me, loudly enough that I felt compelled to record them. Without a commonplace book, those passages would have likely faded from my memory, along with the rest of the book. But because I was paying close attention, now my experience of that book is not defined by what it didn’t give me, but by the miracle of what it did.

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of falling head-over-heels for a book. I used to be the kind of reader who lived a life of extremes. I valued books I loved, and everything else was just kinda meh. Now I’m the kind of reader who understands that not every book offers the same gifts. I still love that feeling of discovering a new all-time favorite, but I’m a lot more appreciate of the journey, now. The bumps along the way. The books that yield a few beautiful sentences. The books I only love in bits and pieces. The unremarkable books. Even books I DNF feel different to me now — because who’s to say I might not flag a breathtaking passage before I decide a book isn’t for me?