Many of us complain about our lengthy TBRs – but are we really complaining? I think not. I have literally hundreds of books, in both print format and digital format that I haven’t read yet. And guess what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The thoughts of being physically surrounded by as yet unread books gives me the most intense pleasure. I keep adding, and adding, and adding, to my TBR. Yes, I do read them eventually, and yes, I often cherish the time spent reading them. Yet, there is something about the promise of an unread book that titillates, that warms the heart, that comforts.
When it comes right down to it, I like adding to my TBR. Every time I add another title, it is like hours of potential pleasure being added to my life. What’s not to like?
And when my favourite authors write another book? I’m
We book bloggers derive as much pleasure from planning to read, organizing our books, and writing about our TBRs as we do from actually reading the books.
Yes folks. There is nothing like having the luxury of choosing your next read when you do have LOTS of choice. I’m spoiled… and I grateful… but mostly spoiled.
I have a chronic case of tsundoku.
I absolutely 100% agree with the following quote by A. Edward Newton (a prominent book collector in the period before World War I who owned 10,000 books at the time of his death)
“Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity …. We cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance.”
Who among you is like me? Who secretly loves having many, many, many, unread books?