Two weeks ago I finished reading Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins, a fantastic novel that took me 18 weeks to finish despite it being a mere 277 pages long, mainly because I haven’t been reading on a regular basis due to study and then work. Since I have been plodding through the other three books i’m reading for almost as long or even longer (Blood, Guts and Whiskey for 23 weeks and counting; Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe for 16 weeks; and Freedom by Jonathan Franzen for 14 weeks) I was excited to finally get into something new, but I was also dreading picking one of the thicker books on my To Read pile which with the reading rate i’ve developed lately I would probably still be reading come 2013.
To my surprise and joy the eeny meeny miney moe Gods smiled upon me leading me to the thinnest book of the bunch – a novella which won the 2011 Man Booker Prize – The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes – weighing in at a teeny 150 pages. Suffice to say even though I’ve only had two or three reading sessions with The Sense of an Ending I’ve almost finished which should lead to a quick review and then choosing of another (hopefully) thin yet enjoyable book 🙂
At this rate my reading tally for 2012 (the National Year of Reading no less!) which is looking very sad at the moment (only 14 books when my average per year is 30-40 O.O) still has a glimmer of hope – hazah!
I thought that little confession would be a fitting place to start as this little addiction is what caused me to be a book polygamist.
Now, a few of you may be asking “How can you be a book polygamist? Surely you don’t MARRY books? …You sick freak”. Hey now! Name-calling isn’t a great start to this blogger/reader relationship! You should be ashamed of yourself! But to answer your question, no, I don’t marry books (that would be weird) but i do read 4-5 at a time (which many people i.e. my friends and family, find weird anyway – at least I don’t marry em guys!).
The reason being a bookaholic has led me to a life of book polygamy is that i just can’t stop buying and borrowing books, and if i didn’t read multiple at once I’d have died in a book-alanche like one of those crazy ladies that collect newspapers. Also I’ve been reading more than one book at a time for so many years that i find it quite odd and boring if i only limit myself to one (even two or three just doesn’t feel right :S ).
Even with my book philandering, i still have multiple “to read” piles. Below is a picture of the top shelf of my bookshelf which is devoted entirely to books I’ve bought but have yet to read.
And yes, they are double stacked
And those aren’t even the ones in the running to be read in the near future. For ones i want to read next or soon i have two piles on my bedside table (one of my own books and one of library books) and two on my shelves (one of books borrowed from my friend Sarah and one of books borrowed from my little brother).
The one on the left is usually larger, but I’m due for a trip to the Library 🙂
On the left is Sarah’s books, on the right is my little bro’s
So, as you can see i have a virtual Harem of books to choose from and I hope you enjoy me rambling on about them 🙂
Catch me next time when I’ll talk about the 5 I’m reading now.
P.S. Sorry for the (lack of) quality of the photos. They’re taken with my phone as I am without a camera at the moment