I have too many books. I don't know how I always come to have a stack of (and I am not exaggerating) 26 books on my bedside table. Actually, if I'm being totally honest they are really in multiple stacks and spread out over my two dressers that act as bedside tables but those are just insignificant details. The real problem is that I have 26 books stacked around my bed that I've been meaning to read this summer and more on the bottom shelf of one of my 2 stuffed bookshelves that aren't even urgent enough to warrant a spot near the bed. If I sat down and did nothing but read it would take me months to ge through all the books I've been meaning to read.
And somehow now another summer has gone and I haven't even made a dent in the pile. Summer is supposed to be the time when I finally sit down and read all the books that are cluttering up the space surrounding my bed. And I really do a lot of reading. I'd say I've read well over twenty books this summer but that includes my annual re-reading of all 7 Harry Potter books. And I can never actually shorten the stack of books because I buy new books faster than I can read the old ones and I continue to take out library books every two weeks like clockwork.
Obviously I have a problem. All I want to do is read and read and read. If there was a profession that paid me to just read books for a living that would be the profession for me (which is why I'd dearly love to be in publishing or a book reviewer but there are very slim chances that I will work as either). My problem is that I just keep finding more and more books that I need to read and I want to read them all even though there is never enough time.
Maybe one day I'll finally turn off all distractions, tell everyone I know to leave me alone, and spend a month just reading all day every day. That would be the perfect vacation.
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