Wherein I fail at every 2016 reading challenge.
I have a notoriously bad memory. If it’s not relevant to my grammatical tyranny as an editor, I probably need to write it down. I will then lose the piece of paper I wrote it down on and forget it forever. And so it was with the Reading My Own Damn Books TBR Decimation Reading Challenge. Despite the fact that my TBR pile grimaces at me from across the room daily, this one just sort of slipped my mind.
In January I eliminated nine books from the pile, and in February I eliminated one. Then I forgot about the challenge in a whirlwind of busy that—what luck—also kept my from buying many new books. I did some weeding, and I did some reading, and I now have, for better or for worse, 161 books on my TBR shelves. So did I hit my goal? I guess I’ll never know, as I cough cough shuffle shuffle, appear to have forgotten to finish my count at the end of 2015. Wow, I’m good at this.
So 2016 shall depart with but one TBR goal managed: none of my TBR books are living on the floor. Let us never speak of this again.
Photo: My current TBR shelves, proudly not next to piles of books on the floor.