books, books, books

I love books.  I love everything about books - from the way they smell, to the way they look on my bookshelf, to the escapes from reality they provide.  In general, I hate shopping - but I love bookstores (especially bookstores with coffee! :))  This is a love I have no doubt acquired from my mother, who has, at one time or another, dragged me into every bookstore on the east coast.  Perhaps as a result of the hours upon hours of my childhood that were spent in random bookshops, I must confess, I just love walking into a bookstore and coming out with a good book.  Or two.  Or eight. 

My compulsive book-buying habit has resulted, however, in a bit of a good problem to have.  It seems, for all my new treasures, the follow scenario occurs: I buy the book, I get really excited to read the book, I read the first page, I get distracted, I put the book on my bookshelf, I never read the book.  Therefore, please note my current "to read" bookshelf below:

These are not all of my books. These are just almost all of the books I have bought since 2009. The rest of my books are packed in boxes in the basement awaiting the day that I move and they come with me to my library that will look like this...

And I will sit in my library and look like this...

                                           

While I wait for someone who looks like this...

...to come find me.

Okay, wait. Where was I? 

Ah, yes, books.

Anyway, I have set the following goal for myself:  I will not buy another book until I read every book on my bookshelf (although I just recently cheated…hey, it was on sale!). 

I am, therefore, buckling down on myself because I truly have some excellent reads on my bookshelf that need to be digested.  Stay tuned as I'm sure I'll much to share as I push towards my goal!  : )