I had a TBR purge. Realising that we are now almost at the end of October – OMG! what happened to 2018 ? – and the TBR pile has, if anything , increased, never mind decreased as per plan: well! Nothing else to do but unleash my scythe and hack vigorously.
A brand new history of the Silk Road, with miniscule print. Out.
Two books of wandering through Alaska. Unread for two years. Out.
A Japanese novel, bought three years ago. Out.
Two Paul Theroux travel books, big fat ones. Out.
A solid brick of an Indian novel with miniscule print. Out.
A scholarly book on Tantra. Out.
And so on.
The Library Book Sale Table is going to benefit.
I have moved the TBR pile from the depths of my cupboard of shame, and loaded the books onto a highly public, visible shelf. I tell myself that if they’re under my nose, this will remind me to start reading. And I’m sternly promising myself that when I’ve finished the entrancing The Overstory by Richard Powell, I will take a book off the TBR shelf, come what may!
And I will not, absolutely not, buy another book this year. Despite my good resolutions in January, I have already bought 15 new books this year. My credit card has smoke pouring out of it.
I had intended to read one TBR per month. Thus far the total stands at a modest seven. Along the way, I became distracted by other treats and temptations. What can I say ?
I wonder how your bookish resolutions have worked out thus far? And whether you have made any progress on the TBR pile? Please tell me I’m not the only backslider!