I have myriad ways of managing my TBR (or “To Be Read” for the uninitiated) pile, which I have already written about here. So, responding to this prompt has been a combination of shelf-scanning and delving into the bowels of my Amazon wish lists.
In the end, I found the books I’ve been postponing the longest are books I already own. They’ve been sitting on the TBR shelf (pictured), some of them for several years, waiting patiently for me to stop checking out books at the library. And I just don’t feel any urgency because I already own them. They’re not going away unless I purge them, so there’s no rush.
That said, I also discovered that I actually don’t keep TBR books around that long. I do a decent job of reading them or purging. I mean, we’re running out of bookshelf space in my house, so there’s no sense in collecting new books unless I’m purging old ones to even the balance.
Enough preamble. Here’s the list!
Books that have been on my TBR the longest (and that I still haven’t read)
I work at a university. Why haven’t I read this yet?? I think I saw it mentioned on a blog, slapped it on the to-read list, and promptly forgot about it. Par for the course, really.
This one ticks so many boxes for me—the V&A Museum! a rambling country house! England! Europe!—and yet, there you see it, languishing on a shelf.
I love Shirley Jackson, like, as a person. I adored The Haunting of Hill House and I’m aiming to read her memoirs at some point so that counts for something, I suppose. I’ve tried reading We Have Always Lived in the Castle. I’ve tried listening to the audiobook. It should be a shoo-in for me, but I can’t get through it. And because I refuse to give up, it remains in the TBR.
This has probably been in my TBR the longest. Again, I own it and it’s languishing on a shelf. I keep cracking it open and reading the first few pages. Then, it makes me feel like I should be journaling, a feeling to which I respond with immediate rebellion and close the book. Thus, it remains TBR.
I read my first Atwood book last year, The Handmaid’s Tale, and then I saw her when she came to speak at my alma mater. She’s very dry and witty. If you get a chance to see her speak, definitely go. Anyway, this has been on my TBR since about 2014 and there it remains.
I want to read this, but I think I’m too traumatized from hate-reading The Secret History for book club.
Again, this one checks a lot of boxes. Haven’t cracked it once.
I have started this book. It’s just so dense. I know, a nonfiction medieval history is dense—big surprise, right? Still, I had hopes because of the fun illustration and the cheerful tone of the author. It’ll happen…eventually.
I’ve been “currently reading” this book on Goodreads for about two months now. It really calls into question whether I actually do want to write. The truth is, writing creatively comes and goes these days. I don’t have any discernible writing practice. I can barely convince myself to journal in a notebook (see #4). My writing outside of work hours (where I write and edit and proof all day) is, at best, sporadic. At the same time, writing creatively has always been my thing. I suppose I’ll get back to it eventually.
I picked up this one because I like a good yoga memoir (my favorite so far is Yoga Bitch). I’ve started it a couple of times, though, and it just hasn’t held my attention. I’m on the fence about whether to try again or just DNF it.
If you’ve had enough of me and you’re interested in seeing the books other people aren’t reading, pop over to today’s post on That Artsy Reader Girl.