A fraction of my “to be read” stack, which is slowly — or very quickly — becoming out of control. I thought that after I joined Book Mooch and started to clear out some of my older books to make room for new ones, I’d actually be coming out ahead. More space, less clutter, and the hope of new books eventually meandering into my room to be enjoyed — someday?
Well, it didn’t quite happen that way. I went a little crazy. Got a little cocky. As I was sending out more and more books to Moochers all over the country and earning more and more points to get new books in return, I started . . . ordering more books. Book after book after book. As I added titles to my wishlist and watched it grow, as soon as a long-lusted-after novel became available I snatched it up like a wanderer coming across a cool drink of water in the Sahara. I couldn’t get enough.
And now I’m right back where I started — with a million books to read and a million more on their way into my house and office. Of course, I sort of love that, too . . . but the pressure is on to keep reading. I don’t know if anyone else ever gets that nagging feeling at the base of their skull that they’re just not reading fast enough . . . that there are way too many books sitting there, waiting to be discovered and discussed and digested, and far too little time to actually get through them all. There is a certain amount of stress associated with my TBR stack getting way too extensive. And I’m starting to feel like I’ve overextended myself a bit!
Though too many books is way better than the alternative.
I’m in the middle of Sandra Kring’s Thank You For All Things and know I should be much farther along than I am . . . I just need to buckle down.
Or simply succumb to the chaos!
Pained photo by Rick the Sportswriter 🙂