The book piles keep growing, exponentially.
I’m a bit afraid of them at this point. I feel like I’m never going to get through them. Except for the five text books on the lower right, all of these books are for pleasure. As in, I don’t have to read them. As in, there was something interesting enough about them to add them to the pile to begin with.
The problem with a pile this size, though, is the paralysis that comes with having to choose something to read next. Should I read fiction or reference? Sci-fi or fantasy? Classics or memoir? Romance or essays? There is too much variation, too many choices for me to just pluck one of the top of the pile.
I realize that pulling of the top of the pile seems like a good idea, but it’s not. There are massive reference tombs at the top that I do need to slog through–not required reading, but helpful to understanding everything else I read for my degree. I do need to start reading one, as I go chapter by chapter in-between other books, but I can’t seem to find a start.
I think I’ll start with ME’s books, so I can get them back to her and off the pile. Also, perhaps a moratorium on book store excursions for the next week to attempt to curtail pile additions.
However, I do believe I am quite on target to reach more than 52 books in April–a number most people (who set a number) aim for for the entire year.
–”Fame < Infamy,” Infinity on High: Fall Out Boy
Wait, wait, did I just read that you were reading textbooks…for FUN?
I barely read my textbooks that are assigned.
No, I’m not reading the text books for fun. I can’t imagine reading all of that American literature just because I wanted to, not because I had to.
But, I do read my textbooks. I figure, I have them for a reason. Except that math book–it’s useless in my opinion, even though I keep reading it. If only I could learn through osmosis…
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