…and towers out of words.
As I mentioned in my last post, I took the liberty of re-organising my bookshelves during my spring clean last week. A necessary task, yes, but also one that I always take great joy in. I love shelving. Out of interest, I pulled out all of the books that I haven’t read yet – whether they were purchases, presents, proofs obtained from the workplace, or classics nabbed from my Dad’s collection – to work out quite how many there were. This was the result.
Oh my. Clearly I’m really not allowed to buy any more books for the time being. Whether this will stop me, I’m not entirely sure. Working where I do, I get to spend time lots of time in a well-stocked bookshop so I’m constantly surrounded by temptation. The penultimate book in Michael Grant’s ‘Gone’ dystopia is out in a week (a necessary purchase), plus I’ll most likely be bookselling at the North East Book Awards in May (an important date in my calendar over the last few years) so I need to read the shortlisted books for that.
As ever, I’ve set myself the challenge of reading a novel per week over the year (a sensible amount when work, gigs, saxaphone practice, etc. are considered), but it would be nice to do a little more than that. At this point I’m up to 16 for the year, which I’m quite happy about. Plus I’m 670/890 pages through Middlemarch – that could almost be considered as 3 books! Last year I managed 53, the year before 49. Here’s hoping!