During my daily blog hopping I came across this post by Ames over at Thrifty Reader who reports her TBR (that's To Be Read) pile is now at 247 books.
I've got one word for her: Amateur.
I discovered while moving that I have too many books. Now I know many of you (also book lovers) will scoff and say, "There is no such thing." Uh, yeah there is. Trust me. I don't even have a real bookshelf. I mean, the majority of my TBR is packed in Rubbermaid totes, so even though I didn't have to pack too many books (they already were), I still came to the conclusion that I have a serious problem.
This makes little sense to me. I mean, I'm a librarian for cripes sake. I can literally get any book my little heart desires at any given moment (frankly, so can you non-librarians - that's why God invented Interlibrary Loan). So why do I shell out money to buy these books, only to have them lying around for years, unread?
Good question. If someone has a theory I'd be interested to hear it.
I figure everyone is entitled to one guilty pleasure. Mine is novels (specifically romance novels), and since my addiction has 1) Not kept me from paying the bills on time 2) kept me from buying groceries or 3) kept me from living a normal, productive life - then I figure I'm not hurting anybody.
But damn I got a lot of books.
As for a count? I don't have one. Frankly the last time I counted (a couple of years ago now) I was around the 400 mark - and I know I have more books now. Ames' 247? Seriously, that's probably my Harlequin stash alone.