TSS: Book hoarding
Happy Sunday! I hope it’s been a lovely weekend so far for all of you; around here it’s been alternating bursts of productivity and laying around reading in my pajama pants… which is how a weekend should be, I think.
I realized about midway through this week that I didn’t announce winners of my post-dissertation-defense giveaway, so here they are:
Kim from Sophisticated Dorkiness won the non-fiction drawing and selected a copy of Dr. Tatiana’s Sex Advice to All Creation by Olivia Judson.
Ann-Kat from Today I Read won the fiction drawing and selected a copy of The Darwin Conspiracy by John Darnton.
Congrats, ladies! Your books are in the mail.
I noticed recently that I am a book hoarder. By that, I don’t mean that I am a book acquirer, or even a book collector (although I certainly am both of those things too.) What I mean by hoarder is that recently, I’ve been tending to keep books that I know I’m going to love on my TBR pile, rather than actually read them.
Now, of course I think I’m going to enjoy every book on my TBR pile, or else it wouldn’t be there in the first place, but there are some books I know I’m going to love – books by my favorite authors, about my favorite topics, with high recommendations, etc. And although I know I’m going to love them, I find myself constantly putting off reading them.
For example, take the book I’m currently reading: Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch. This is the second book in the Gentleman Bastards series; I read the first, The Lies of Locke Lamora, late in March 2009. I absolutely loved it, gave it five stars, and a place of pride on my “Best of 2009” list. I bought a copy of Red Seas before I’d even finished with Locke Lamora… and then I let said copy linger unread on my TBR pile for almost 16 months. I decided it was finally time to pick it up a few days ago, and, sure enough, I’m loving it every bit as much as I did the first one. Why did I wait so long?
Is it because I like knowing that my TBR pile is seeded with “ringers” amidst all of the unknown quality? Is it because reading too many great books in a row might throw me into a reading slump? Is it the same reasoning that makes kids eat their broccoli first and save their mashed potatoes for last? Or am I just being strange and dumb, and should read the likely-to-be-best stuff first?
What say you, readers? Do you ever hoard unread good books in your TBR pile? Why… or why not?
(As a last note, I originally typed that question as “do you ever horde good books,” which leads to the delightful mental image of a swarm of books wearing Viking helmets descending upon some hapless village of quiet and peace-loving magazines.)