There’s a pile of books stacked at least six deep on my window sill. At some point in the past oh, year or so, I really REALLY wanted to read these books. For a while there I had a pretty good rhythm going – I’d get through about a book a week (yes, I tend to read things quickly). But then the weather got nice. And then something else happened. And then six hundred something else’s happened… anyway, you get the idea. I was talking to my friend the other day and we decided I feel the same way about my “to-read” pile as she feels about her messy room: at a certain point you give up and let entropy take over.
At first glance it doesn’t seem so overwhelming, but all I have to do is start thinking about how many pages are on that window ledge, and how many paragraphs are on each page, and how many sentences are in each paragraph, and how many words are in each sentence, and then that little stack quickly goes from semi-reasonable looking to downright impossible.
Anyway, hopefully this is the first step in motivating myself to pick up one of those lovely little books and dig in. Please feel free to mock me if you think I’ve given up again… A little dose of public humiliation goes a long way with me! In the meanwhile, have a relaxing Sunday & I’ll see you all tomorrow; I’ve got to go avoid reading a few things… })i({
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From what I can see, I think I have read almost all of the books in your photo.
So…
I’ll just get you a short recap of each one and then you don’t have to avoid reading them anymore.
Put them on a bookshelf.
Don’t feel bad; my to-read list on librarything.com is 196 books long. May your reach always exceed your grasp. 🙂
Wow! A book a week is impressive. Don’t worry about it; you probably deserve the break, and the weather will get not-so-nice again.