My To Be Read pile of books is a little out of control. Actually, it’s more like multiple piles and a book case. Two of the piles are shown below. Most of the books in these piles are books I have won and need to read and review. Some are ones I have bought. Some I have been given. No matter what, I have finally gotten to the age where I think I have more books than I can possibly read.
I love to read. I always have. I can remember the first book I ever read on my own – The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats. I remember Don and Donna Go to Bat, the ultimate 70s feminist children’s book. I remember my dad taking Robert Blair Kaiser’s RFK Must Die away from me because he didn’t think I should read it. (I was 11 or 12.) My mom warned me about Helter Skelter, which I read anyway (and had nightmare about Charles Manson for the better part of a year). And I like having books in the house I haven’t read. It gives me goals. But I think I have now created a monster I may never slay.
I need to figure out a way to get a handle on all this. The only solutions I have come up with are: (1) don’t buy more books (NOT going to happen), (2) don’t enter to win any new books (“As if” to quote Cher from Clueless), (3) learn to read faster (possible, maybe, but I read pretty fast now as it is [about 100 pages an hour]), (4) find a job where I get paid to read books. So far, number four is, by far, the best option. I just haven’t figured out how to make that happen yet. I will let you know if I do. In the mean time, I will keep reading. And my TBR piles will continue to grow.