Two weeks ago, I mercilessly went through the entire shelf. I kept one fiction book, and consigned the rest to the box. I culled the remaining books, as well, and the culled books in their box have been sent to the storage building, to await their eventual freedom when I live in a new abode.
Naturally, of course, I immediately began the cycle anew, and soon found myself with additional books to the now smaller pile on my bedside table. Someday, I'll catch up. Until that day, I'll bemoan the lack of time I possess to read.
Currently in the to be read pile, I have...
01. The Intellectual Life: Its Spirit, Conditions, Methods, A. G. Sertillanges.
04. A Disturbance of Fate, Mitchell Freedman, the lone fiction book I spared.
07. Change Your Brain, Change Your Life, Daniel G. Amen, M.D.
09. The Mabinogion, translated by Sioned Davies.
and finally, I'm in the middle of
This sounds reasonable, given I read quickly, read at least 30 minutes a day (and often much more), and in theory won't be buying any books for at least another ten days or so (I refuse to commit beyond that point. Some women buy shoes, some women buy purses; I buy books.). In practice, though, I'm sure that some new, shiny book will once again leap to the top of the pile...
ETA, 10/16/10: Hooray! I've managed to finish four of the books listed above. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...
ETA, 10/27/10: I finished two more, and started a third, but then I went and added four more books. Oops.
ETA, 12/09/10: I finished two more, am not sure where number one nor number seven are(!), read all but one of the four I added in October, added four more in November, and read two of those. And now I feel like reading nothing that I already own. Hmph.
1 comments:
You make me want to be a better reader ;) I need to get back in the saddle again.
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