One of the best parts of being a writer is that I get to be a reader, too. It's part of my job. I love to read, and always have.
(Actually, no, that's a lie. When I was five, I swore I'd never learn to read because when my older sister did, she got boring and never played with me again. But then my mom got me Cat in the Hat out of the library and I ignored my best friend during a playdate so I could read it again and again.)
The drawback to the love of books is that they start to take over the house. We are currently in a frenzy of (long overdue) clearance and organization at my house, so I decided to add my TBR shelf to the list.
It's not just a bookshelf, it's the entire bookcase (with the exception of a few research books down at the bottom. Note the Dictionary of Slang. Best. Research. Book. Ever. Unless you're on a deadline. When you open it, it's like going down a rabbit hole.)
So I've taken a leaf out of my friend Anna Billings's book, and decided to set myself a reading challenge.
I read one book off my TBR shelf, and I can buy a book.
Then I have to read two TBRs before I can buy a book.
Then I read three.
And so on.
I shall try to check in on Fridays, hoping that keeping myself accountable will help.
This week, I read Burial Rites by Anna Kent. Fascinating historical fiction for adults set in early 19th Century Iceland. History and culture I knew nothing about. Great stuff.
I bought (on Anna's recommendation, curse her) The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
I acquired Isla and the Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins (also from Anna!). However, I also read it in one day and gave it to a friend, so that's a free pass, right?
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