I have a problem. Just as some women are put on an allowance to buy shoes or clothes, my husband has joked about putting me on a book-buying allowance. You see, if I love a book, I must own it. This obsession began when I was in junior high when my mom bought me the entire Anne of Green Gables series including the stories about Anne’s kids. Ever since then, the NEED to own a book I’ve enjoyed has been almost primal.
As an adult I am able to justify this need (mostly) because I’m a middle school Language Arts teacher and I have grown a sizable classroom library. (1100 titles and growing!) I mostly only read YA these days with the occasional “grown-up” book mixed in so much of what I buy is truly for school. But lately my TBR piles have gotten out of hand.
We moved in September and so I was out of the classroom for almost 7 months. I truly enjoyed getting to stay at home with The Boy (my four year old) and be at home when Theater Girl got home from 2nd grade. However, this seriously put a damper on my reading. I didn’t realize how much I was getting to read at school/work. Because silent reading is built into my classroom schedule, I was reading consistently at school whereas staying at home required less time for me, strangely. I so admire stay-at-home moms anyway but this gave me such a new appreciation, particularly for those of you who work from home writing or blogging or running a business in addition to the business of running a family. And while I was out of the classroom, I didn’t stop buying books. The TBR piles have grown and very little has been taken off the top. Take a gander. And these are just the piles in the living room and on my Kindle. There is still a box under my night table, several books in my car, and all the “unread” titles in my audible.com account.
See?! I have issues. Literally issues of VOYA, VOICES FROM THE MIDDLE, & ENGLISH JOURNAL to read. Plus the “non-work” related stuff like BUST and PEOPLE magazines. I might be buried by the end of the summer. Literally buried underneath stacks of books. Also, I could be homeless because my husband might throw me out. But, fellow Book People, I know you understand. So please cheer me on as I try to vanquish these ever-growing piles this summer.