What are you reading? What shall I read next? No, don’t tell me. My TBR stack is taller than my bed; my tablet has an accumulation of at least 100 books that I have not read. Let’s not even talk about the Audible account. Fact is, I collect all these books with the best of intentions. Perhaps it’s an illness. Notice I did not say addiction. It’s healthy, isn’t it? Read a review in the paper – buy the book. Attend a book signing – buy the book. Visit the library – buy a book from the discards. Browse a book store (if you can find one) – buy a book. Go to a writer’s conference – raid the book table. Join a writer’s group – buy all their books. They are everywhere. I can’t stop.
If it weren’t for Goodreads, I’d have no idea which ones I’ve read. Just like movies – I know I enjoyed them – especially those I rated *****. BUT, if you ask me what they were about, I’d get confused, mix up characters, places and books. It really doesn’t matter. I’ve never been the kind of person to join a book club and critique each chapter page by page. I’ve never been much of a reviewer either. For me reading is an escape. It’s all about being entertained, having a good laugh, guessing the outcome, and feeling good that I’m not the only one who is writing the most dysfunctional life memoir.
Now about that memoir. Yes I have a few more words, maybe even another chapter. Save room on your TBR list. It will be available
soon… some day. Maybe by next September 6th when Read-A-Book-Day rolls around again.