Good morning, Boundlings!

I know we’ve been very excited about the new stats features, and I’ve seen several discussions on some confusion when it comes to pages read not being accurate.

I thought I would provide a step by step visual guide for anyone needing help retroactively fixing their page counts so that they have an accurate reflection!

**edited for reflect the advice from @bbyoozi! Thank you!!

Step 1: Go to your finished shelf.

Step 2: Click on the reading dates for your book. This is the step where you also need to note the total number number of pages in the book. If they are not listed, you will want to either check with your book copy or find on an alternative source such as Goodreads or Google.

Step 3: Select the edit button.

Step 4: Unless you are editing reading dates, you will be clicking “next” for both your start date and finish date.

Step 5: This is where you will add the total pages for the book. For example, if you noted in step 5 that the total book pages for your book is 356 - that’s the number you will add to this page count. This counter is not for the total pages you read during that date, it’s the total for the entire book.

Once you’ve added the book’s total page count, you will see the pages reflected in your stats. You can also use this same process to add minutes listened for audiobooks. You can also choose to have audiobooks counted as pages read if you prefer. It’s up to you!

Credit to @mom.is.a.geek for going on this learning journey with me 🤣

I hope this helps someone! 🩷

The other day I read this take on Twitter: 'If you care about spoilers in books you need to grow up. The only thing that should matter to you as a grown adult is form.'

Now, I did my undergrad in screenwriting. I still enjoy close-reading classics, reading essays on literature, and engaging in literary analysis. I also prefer to go into books knowing as little as possible and get annoyed when someone ruins what would've otherwise been a firsthand experience for me.

I got ragebaited into writing several paragraphs on how form and content aren't entirely separable concepts; how there are very few writers (mainly modernists) whose work is almost entirely concerned with form and thus cannot be spoiled in any capacity (e.g., Joyce or Woolf) and even those writers embed meaning in revelation; how 'spoiler' doesn't exclusively apply to shocking plot twists; and how some of us want to experience what we're reading firsthand and form our own opinions without pre-existing ideas coloring our experience.

I gave up mid-writing and was like 'whatever,' but I still think about it and wish I had gotten into an online argument and settled the case lol

What are some literary takes that ragebaited you recently? Let's hear them 🫵🏻 🫶🏻 💅🏻

What's the longest line you've ever encountered? I just remembered this banger from Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses, lol:

'Once I'm an owl, what is the spell or antidote for turning me back into myself?' Mr Muhammad Sufyan, prop. Shaandaar Café and landlord of the rooming-house above, mentor to the variegated, transient and particoloured inhabitants of both, seen-it-all type, least doctrinaire of hajis and most unashamed of VCR addicts, ex-schoolteacher, self-taught in classical texts of many cultures, dismissed from post in Dhaka owing to cultural differences with certain generals in the old days when Bangladesh was merely an East Wing, and therefore, in his own words, 'not so much an immig as an emig runt' — this last a good-natured allusion to his lack of inches, for though he was a wide man, thick of arm and waist, he stood no more than sixty-one inches off the ground, blinked in his bedroom doorway, awakened by Jumpy Joshi's urgent midnight knock, polished his half-rimmed spectacles on the edge of Bengali-style kurta (drawstrings tied at the neck in a neat bow), squeezed lids tightly shut open shut over myopic eyes, replaced glasses, opened eyes, stroked moustacheless hennaed beard, sucked teeth, and responded to the now-indisputable horns on the brow of the shivering fellow whom Jumpy, like the cat, appeared to have dragged in, with the above impromptu quip, stolen, with commendable mental alacrity for one aroused from his slumbers, from Lucius Apuleius of Madaura, Moroccan priest, AD 120-180 approx., colonial of an earlier Empire, a person who denied the accusation of having bewitched a rich widow yet confessed, somewhat perversely, that at an early stage in his career he had been transformed, by witchcraft, into (not an owl, but) an ass.

Y'all I need you! A couple days ago I was deep in PB and passed by a book (I assume a romance) with a shirtless man on the cover. Normally this would be entirely unremarkable but this particular man was wearing a kilt and was showing what could only be described as "butt cleavage". I am destroying my Internet search history trying to prove this is a real cover and I didn't make it up.

Please tell me one of you knows this book!