I am surrounded by books. They bring me joy. But I will admit that they should be more than the world’s perfect decoration. They must also be read, or else they have not met their life’s purpose. And so, I’m going to read them.
What I’m up against: My five bookshelves of various sizes, bags of books removed from a large bookshelf to make room for my daughter’s books, my daughter’s bookshelf (I’m eyeing some very interesting titles), my son’s several small bookshelves, the general kids’ bookshelf, and various TBR (to be read) piles around my room. Books are grouped by categories: novels, short stories, plays, non-fiction, humor, and grammar and writing craft. There’s also a formidable pile of TV and film scripts—not exactly books, but as my degree is in Broadcasting and Film, I feel compelled to include those in my project.
The process: To start, I’ll grab whatever interests me. But eventually there might be benefit in reading by category. Or just by shelf to be able to say I cleared one off. I have not done a full count of books to check my progress—perhaps at some point. So, here I go!
- Calypso by David Sedaris: David Sedaris, middle age, and mortality. Sign me up.
- I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith: Found on my daughter’s bookshelf and haven’t been able to put it down since.