Ok, every year is the year of possibilities. But this one is NEW so I like it the most.
2015 was the year of comics.This will be the year of...something else. I don't know. I didn't plan ComicYear, it just happened. 2016 feels pretty promising, though. If I were able to choose, I'd make this the year I read the damn books on my own shelves, but I think we all know the likelihood of that for anyone is not high.
I have, however, created a shelf in my bedroom that has books I would like to pick up soon. I've even been making headway in it, so that is promising. It includes things like Jenny Lawson's latest, Furiously Happy; a book on Margaret Mead and Ruth Benedict that I picked up after reading Lily King's Euphoria; Terry Castle's The Apparitional Lesbian, which I started last year and have not yet finished, because I am easily distracted; and some others, including a book on Australia I'm very much looking forward to.
This post I wrote for Book Riot on Book Hoarding vs. Book Collecting says a lot about my attitude towards my books these days. Whenever I tell someone I have too many books and they say "Oh, you can NEVER have too many books," I want to punch them in the face. Do I need to constantly surround myself with books to convince myself I like them? No. I need one at a time. I can read it, give it away, and move on to the next. A very few that make me happy and I know I'll enjoy returning to, I can keep. But the sheer number of books in my apartment is absurd and unwarranted. If I can winnow it down to maybe 50 (even thinking that makes me squeamish, but my therapist would probably say that's a good sign that it's a problem), I will breathe a sigh of relief over the situation.
I have high hopes for 2016. Let's all learn more this year.
2015 was the year of comics.This will be the year of...something else. I don't know. I didn't plan ComicYear, it just happened. 2016 feels pretty promising, though. If I were able to choose, I'd make this the year I read the damn books on my own shelves, but I think we all know the likelihood of that for anyone is not high.
I have, however, created a shelf in my bedroom that has books I would like to pick up soon. I've even been making headway in it, so that is promising. It includes things like Jenny Lawson's latest, Furiously Happy; a book on Margaret Mead and Ruth Benedict that I picked up after reading Lily King's Euphoria; Terry Castle's The Apparitional Lesbian, which I started last year and have not yet finished, because I am easily distracted; and some others, including a book on Australia I'm very much looking forward to.
This post I wrote for Book Riot on Book Hoarding vs. Book Collecting says a lot about my attitude towards my books these days. Whenever I tell someone I have too many books and they say "Oh, you can NEVER have too many books," I want to punch them in the face. Do I need to constantly surround myself with books to convince myself I like them? No. I need one at a time. I can read it, give it away, and move on to the next. A very few that make me happy and I know I'll enjoy returning to, I can keep. But the sheer number of books in my apartment is absurd and unwarranted. If I can winnow it down to maybe 50 (even thinking that makes me squeamish, but my therapist would probably say that's a good sign that it's a problem), I will breathe a sigh of relief over the situation.
I have high hopes for 2016. Let's all learn more this year.
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