With the never ending influx of books (which I love) arriving in the post from you lovely people, from publishers or through my own excessive book shopping spree’s every now and again I need a good book sort. The next Great Book Sort will be happening over the next few evening and will combine this with a ‘Sensation Search’ where I go a-hunting for some modern sensations that I am well aware I own… I am just not sure quite where. You see there are negatives to having so many books** (I just tend to blank them mentally) well a few.
For example I know I own ‘Meaning of the Night’ and ‘Silent in the Grave’ which some of you kindly recommended, they are just in one of six boxes brimming with books, actually they could be on one of the eight TBR shelves, or even just on the various TBR piles around the house (which I frankly dare not even take a picture of). The Converted One commented the other day that “other book bloggers have a TBR pile… so why do you have about twelve and boxes full?’ Hmmm… no comment.
The other issue I get is… guilt. Partly to people who have bought me books/sent me books and when I say that beam ‘have you read **** by **** **** yet?’ to which I reply with a guilty gulp ‘erm… no… but I will… soon’. I love the fact my friends, readers and all the publishers will see a book and think ‘oh I know who would like that’ I just always feel bad if I don’t read it then and there. Does anyone else get this? Or am I just being a bit over dramatic?
Worst of all however, is the guilt I feel for all the books that sit on my shelves, on any free surface to hand or get popped in a box. These books that I know are waiting with the promise of some sort of adventure that only the two of us can share, this could be a good, bad or indifferent adventure but it’s an adventure all the same. So I thought right how can I get through more of them and still keep on with the tomes of the Sensation Season, and I had an idea involving all of these…
- Henrietta’s War – Joyce Dennys (already read – hilarious more tomorrow)
- Love – Toni Morrison
- The Girls of Slender Means – Muriel Spark
- Fire in the Blood – Irene Nemirovsky
- Cover Her Face – P.D. James (I am in need of some crime)
- King Kong Theory – Virginie Despentes
- The Tin Can Tree – Anne Tyler
- The Daydreamer – Ian McEwan
- Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit – Jeanette Winterson
- The Bronte’s Went To Woolworths – Rachel Ferguson (very late reading this)
- Tuck Everlasting – Natalie Babbitt
- A Pale View of the Hills – Kazuo Ishiguro (have had mixed past experiences with Ishiguro)
- The Swallows of Kabul – Yasmina Khadra
- Shuck – Daniel Allen Cox
- True Murder – Yaba Badoe (looks thicker than it is big writing)
What do they all have in common apart from the fact I have been meaning to read them all for ages (apart from Love by Toni Morrison which Claire at Kiss A Cloud is to blame for my purchase of)? They are all short! I thought a short book each week plus one other random and a Sensation Novel is exactly what my reading week can handle. How do you think I will fair? Does anyone else ever get sudden book guilt at the pile they have accrued?
**Note – This post is not a whinge and the more books the merrier are welcomed at Savidge Reads Towers, just so you know!