I have spoken here before of the TBR mountain range. Alas, I’m afraid some of you may doubt me–despite past photographic evidence.
After all, it can be argued that enough time has passed for me to have read a good chunk of those books.
And you would not be necessarily wrong, if only I could only stop visiting used book stores. Which is almost impossible.
Let’s just say, I’m friends with the staff at all the UBSs within 25 miles of my house.
(Don’t judge me, people; I was late a very late arrival to the digital book party!)
Anyway, so yeah, even reading four to five books a week…not so much with the ‘let’s shrink this sucker’ when it comes to print books.
And then, just a couple of weeks ago, the owner of the UBS closest to me called me to give me the sad news: after 27 years in the same spot, she closed the store.
(A minute of silence in honor of one of the most romance friendly places you would ever want to visit.)
She called me not just because we are friendly, but also because with the closing she was putting everything in the store on sale at truly ridiculous prices.
Like, fill up a plastic grocery bag with paperbacks, pay one dollar.
What’s a book-aholic to do, I ask you?
Behold the haul:
Before anyone has a stroke, most of the stuff on the bed was actually bought for my sister¹ (I’m visiting the family for a few days in May, and my luggage is going to be books, books, two pairs of jeans, books, two pairs of shoes, books, t-shirts, did I mention books?)
Part of the TBR, however, is all the stuff on the table, the pile on the chair and the pile on the beside table (kinda hidden in the corner, under the lampshade).
Wanna see the other wall?
There is also some unread stuff on the lower two shelves of the right hand bookcase.²
And remember this bookcase?
I am just a lil’ bit embarrassed to report that I have yet to read about two thirds of the books you see there.
*hanging my head in shame*
A final note: did you notice something that didn’t belong in the very first picture?
My friend gave it to me the last day I saw her at her bookstore–considering that I just indulged in a binge re-watch a couple of weeks ago, it was awesome timing, wouldn’t you say?
¹ I’ve spoken about this elsewhere–probably here. Like me, all my siblings are avid readers, but only my sister reads romance. I was reckless enough a few years ago to send her a few used books in English, as a way to help her improve her command of the language.
Little did I know I was unleashing a monster.
In the years since, I have hunted down, packed, and shipped to her at least three times the number of books you see on that bed. Every so often I’ll receive a very plaintive email with a list of books missing from a series, or a new author she would love to try, if I could just find this or that title of her.
Every time, I tell myself and her that this is, absolutely, the last time I engage in the madness. Each time I receive back an effusive thank you letter, money, and an updated list.
Family. Whatcha gonna do?
² Wanna know something really cool? These two bookcases are about a hundred years old. They belonged to the family of Álvaro Obregón, who was President of Mexico from 1920 to 1924. My maternal grandmother was acquainted with General Obregón’s sisters, and they left her the bookcases as a memento. My mother had them shipped along with a few other things when my grandmother died.