Back in May, in an effort to make room on my tbr so I could start being more intentional about actually adding books again, I went through my list and deleted EVERY book that I had lost interest in reading, couldn’t remember anything about, or only added because I had FOMO. I don’t know about anyone else, but when my list gets too long I get overwhelmed to the point of not being able to choose a book. Hence all my super type-A lists, spreadsheets, and genre rotations etc. lol
In two short months it had easily filled back up to 90 stinking books, which I know to some of you is a drop of water in the ocean, but to me is a heck of a lot, hence another type-A list (which you can read here if you’re curious). Since creating that list, I don’t know, three weeks ago?, I’ve been devouring books at rates I previously couldn’t have even imagined. I’ve been regularly reading two books a week, sometimes more. But my tbr hasn’t gotten any smaller?
For every book I read there’s always another to add. I knock one off and add seven on. Sometimes it feels EXHAUSTING.
It’s not that I want to eliminate every book from my tbr. But guys, even at my best I’ve never read more than 75 books in a year, and if I have 90 books on my list that means I couldn’t even read them in a year if I tried. So say I have 15 books left over this year. Then next year I add another 90 books (105) and read 75, I have 30 books left over. And the next year 45. And it never ends! I will never read them all, not even close!!
Some people, I know, revel in their epic tbrs. I have one friend with thousands of books on their goodreads list. I guess you always have something to choose from, no matter your mood?
I don’t know, maybe it’s just my habitual check-list nature treating my tbr like a list to be completed at some point. You know, my work to-do list was that way this summer, always getting longer no matter how much work I did. Maybe that’s contributing to my tbr-fatigue? And maybe that’s why making a Rest-of-2020 Reading List has really helped me blow through so many books. The more I scratch off the closer I get to being “done”. I guess I get why people make monthly tbrs now. Huh.
So which camp are you in? Do you find the constantly-refreshing nature of a massive tbr to be frustrating? Or do you get a sadistic pleasure in watching it get bigger and bigger? Let me know in the comments!
P.S. My utterly ridiculous header image makes me stupid happy. Shout-out to the nerds who laughed.