Updated: Sep 15, 2018
My mother swears that I was born with a book in each hand, and probably one in my mouth as well since I lacked a third arm. I discovered books even before I could walk, which is likely the reason I spoke at least a year before learning to walk. Fast-forward 35 years, and I now have enough books to create a fire hazard any arsonist would be proud of. My old friend and fellow author Deborah Glaefke Gilbert once said of her enormous book collection, "If books could breathe, we'd suffocate." I'm not running out of oxygen yet, but I am starting to run out of wall space in my attic office. Don't believe me? Check it out:
Not surprisingly, as an author, I have a whole forest full of books. It wasn't until I was unpacking them all from my recent move that I discovered that quite a significant percentage of said books are, shall we say, NBRs? In Andria-speak, that means Never Been Read. I suppose it could also mean No Brain Reactions, but we'll stick to the current topic. My point is, to save on both space and prevent a possible divorce, I really need to "read 'em and weed 'em." My plan for this year (and possibly the next) is to read every NBR book I own, decide which ones are worth keeping, and which ones need to be donated, sold, or burned. What kind of can of worms have I just opened? Oh wait------that would be bookworms. Nonetheless, I have plans for some serious reading time this year (and possibly the next).
How many books do YOU have that are classified as NBRs? As for me, my estimate is well over a hundred, because a hundred is what I stopped the count at. Yes, I just counted a hundred books in my library that have never been read, or even started. Ho. Ly. Crap. And I blame it all on the library book sales and possibly my mother. About two times a year, I walk into the unsuspecting public library and come out with forty books for under forty bucks. Somehow, I never remember to pay my library fees, yet the library still manages to suck money out of me with those oh-so-tempting book sales that promise incredible mental getaways for fifty cents. I must have more books. There is no such thing as too many books. I am the book dragon, and my brain cells are on fire.
Though my thirst for more books is unquenchable (and deplorable since I haven't yet replaced my broken bookshelves that fell apart due to cheap construction and one frustrated husband who had to move them), I have learned to become a bit more choosy with book selection. I only buy a book if I really, really want to read it. I used to just buy them for the pretty covers, which is sort of how I buy my wine. Admit it-----you've done it too!
So, until next time, my fellow bibliophiles. What are you currently reading? I am reading The Return of the King, by J. R. R. Tolkien, and On Writing, by Stephen King.