Once upon a time, the TBR (to-be-read) pile didn’t exist. It was but a glimmer of future hope, joy, and anguish in the lives of bookworms everywhere.
Now it has come, bringing doom and chaos and exhilarating happiness.
Because books. Obviously.
And because literally WHEN IS THERE TIME TO DIVULGE THE BOOKISH INSTINCT TO READ-READ-READ?
I was over at Paper Fury browsing Cait’s latest blog posts. For inspiration. And because her blog is epically outstanding and a never-ending source of wit and sarcasm and slay-me-with-laughter humor. Also because it’s Monday morning and Monday morning demands a blog post with inconsiderate determination.
So I must appease. Or risk losing my blogger cape, which is like a superhero cape but cooler. Because it’s invisible.
Anyway, one of Cait’s posts talked about the TBR problems that plague bookworms.
Perfect! A topic. Let’s gather in a bookworm circle (it’s a secret club only bookworms can enter) and brew some bookworm tea and talk about the dreaded and delightful TBR piles casting a beckoning yet foreboding shadow over us.
**Can we also just acknowledge that “pile” is a dreadful misnomer? It’s more like Great Mountain of Awesome which we continually scramble up yet never reach the top**
My TBR Pile
HARRY POTTER 4-7.
Yes, I’m a terrible geek. *hangs head* I know not what happens beyond book three. I started two years ago. Then busy life and long books. Have you seen how much fatter book 4 is? 😮
I keep saying I’ll get around to them because I NEED to read before I watch the movies, and I NEED to watch the movies. (Can I have my geek card back now? Thank you.)
A COLLEGE TEXTBOOK.
Ahem…did I say that? Noooo…of course not. Moving on to sunnier meadows.
THE WINGFEATHER SAGA.
I’m tempted to weep. Friends have encouraged, pleaded, scolded, all in an effort to drag me into the world of Toothy Cows and Bomnubbles and Daggerfish. I want to go. TRULY. But time waits for no man (did Gandalf say that?) and I promise the clock in my house moves faster than is scientifically allowed.
But one day, I shall conquer and know why everyone cries at the end of the series.
EVERYTHING BY BRANDON SANDERSON I HAVEN’T READ YET.
The dude’s middle name is “genius.”
Now, for a short story in seven words: Must. Read. All. His. Books. The. End.
A DRAW OF KINGS.
I read the first two books in the trilogy, then like a bad bookworm I haven’t finished it. But I must. It’s fantasy, with a magic system that includes carving and casting lots. And lots of danger and fun characters.
It was a gift from a very special person. Plus dragons. ‘Nuff said.
Fantastic fantasy. World doom. Epic magic system. Lots of characters and all the motivations from sneaky to selfish to power-hungry. I can’t just leave after book one. Must know what happens.
ALL THE SCI-FI CLASSICS.
Outside C. S. Lewis, I haven’t read any… **runs and hides in hobbit hole**
SIREN’S FURY AND SIREN’S SONG.
Seriously, the first book was wonderful and I want to journey again to the land of Faelen. Especially after the cruel, heartless, pulse-stopping twist that has left me hanging off a cliff since ending book one.
ALL THE OTHER BOOKS I’M FORGETTING OR WILL COME INTO EXISTENCE IN THE FUTURE.
Because let’s be honest. The list really never ends.
Authors sit in their immaculate castle towers and chortle with merciless glee as their fingers fly over the keyboard and characters and worlds spring to life and create books that are flung into the world and eagerly clamber onto our TBR piles.
Such is our bliss.
Such is our fate.
P. S. It’s a proven fact that authors live in castles and wear a different superhero outfit every day. And they probably smoke pipes like Gandalf, too. And glow like Obi Wan’s ghost.
P. P. S. It’s also proven that the method described above is exactly the way writers create books.
~~~ LET’S TALK ~~~
⇒Do you have problems with your TBR pile?
⇒What books are you absolutely dying to read?