I read two books a week these days. Less, sometimes, depending on how big, or difficult the book is. I’m trying to squeeze in more reading time, but it seems like an uphill battle. Reading books is even making me anxious these days: I’m not reading enough, I feel.
I have a sky-high To-be-read pile: enough to last me years if I keep reading at my current rate. Books crammed into shelves, books I keep borrowing from the library, those that nestle, invisible from the outside, in my iPad.
They make me anxious, all these books I haven’t read. Some days I wonder whether I would ever finish my TBR pile. When I die, I want a just-finished book in my still-warm hands.
I’m thinking of taking a Reading Sabbatical next year– a month or two (or more!) when I would do nothing but read, no writing or blogging if I can help it, just minimal life-activity. Reading books all the time, every day, with no thought to anything else, just the way I used to, on summer vacations long ago.
What about you? How many books did you read this week? Ever had a panic attack about the number of books still on your To-be-read list? What is your strategy when reading books? Thought of taking a reading vacation? Want to add to my TBR list? Fire away in the comments!