|Yes, this pile really does exist in my house. Right now.|
Do you see this stack of books to the right? Lots of good books there, cool titles, great reads. Kid books and grown up books. Fantasy, mystery, history, memoir, nonfiction, self-help. All with one thing in common.
I've started them all, and haven't finished a single one of them...yet. And I can't exactly tell you why. The bookmarks on the top two books are less than sixty pages from the end. I'm only a few pages or chapters into most of these. I've gotten half-way through Outliers, but it's been awhile since I put it down, so I'll probably have to scan what I read before just to catch up.
I'm a notorious book-jumper. I wrote about it briefly in my post "Confessions of a slow scanner". If a book hasn't completely sucked me in (or if I don't have the time to slip into a book coma), I am prone to pick up another one that looks interesting. I could probably add a lot more to this pile, since I tend to start reading books when I purchase them, despite what's already in-process at home. I blame Amazon; they make it way too easy for that to happen. I thought those deliveries would slow down once I became a bonafide librarian, but noooooo. My living room, and several flat surfaces around the house, are starting to resemble those musty old bookstores, with piles of books stacked willy-nilly, gathering dust, waiting to be rescued and read.
|Can't you just smell the intoxicating musty dustiness of old paper?|
(This isn't really my living room...yet.)
And since I stole a line from Brittany to title this blog, here's a musical blast from the past.