A year in books he hasn’t read yet

Several years ago, long ago in the early 2000s, author Nick Hornby began writing a column for his believer With the modern name “Things I’ve Been Reading”. Each column began with two lists: Books Purchased and Books Read. There was often little overlap between the two lists.

Earlier this year, I decided to try to copy this practice. I already have a list of what I’ve read, but what if I keep track of how many books I brought home in any given month? Perhaps it will be interesting. Or at least say. Perhaps an effective way to convince myself to buy fewer books. (has not been.)

This went on for about two weeks, at which point I realized that I had already ordered three or four books and had not added them to the list, and that adding the books to the list did not bring any sense of satisfaction from adding them to my intentionally disorganized country until you read the shelf provided. But I kept thinking about it. We make lists of books we’ve read, lists of the best books of the year, and lists of books we give people on holidays to recommend. What does the value of books that were bought for a year and have not yet been read look like?

The answer to me is three perilous piles of books really want to read.

Being someone who loves stories means accepting that you will never be able to read, hear, watch, or experience enough of them. There is always more. Even if you think there are only X number of plots, there are still an infinite number of stories: the familiar rewoven, the classic reworked. It’s a cliché to write advice, but it’s true: No one will tell a story the same way. This doesn’t mean that all stories are good, but it does mean that all stories are different.

But reading, as we all know, takes time. As a kid, I could sit and read a new book cover for the cover, if only someone insisted on doing it for meals. (Fortunately, I grew up in a household where we all sometimes read together over dinner.) Dedicating that kind of time to anything is getting more and more difficult, now, thanks to both the adult stuff (jobs and responsibilities) and the endless array of simply distracting entertainment options that It didn’t exist in the 1990s. Sometimes, we can take — or give ourselves — that time. A friend told me that on your birthday you are supposed to do whatever you want, and what I wanted this year was to sit on the sofa and read quite a bit of the eighth Expanse, Tiamat’s wrath, where I can arrive before dinner.

Sometimes it’s easy to look at the remnants of a week, a month, or even a year and think, what did you do Act at that time? Could I do something better with it? Reading isn’t always the first thing–or even the second, the third, and the fifteenth–the thing I wish I’d done. I wish I could write more, climb more, see friends and family more, in whatever way I felt safe and comfortable seeing people at this strange time. But a pile of books like this one is a series of desires for more reading time. Every book purchased is bought with the hope that there will be time to read it.

Of course, it is not necessary to read it immediately; They can be read years later (although I still think that staying too long in the unread pile can sometimes unfairly and unhelpfully remove the gloss). It’s not a race, although the writing internet can sometimes make you feel like a person needs to keep up. Sometimes you really just want to I know, right away, what everyone is talking about. Sometimes you might feel like you had to read a book right away for a completely different reason. There are two books by friends in these collections, and I feel a little guilty that I haven’t read them yet.

But not reading it is not the same as not wanting to read it. A pile of unread books can be daunting, especially when it fills an entire bookcase, but it can also be a reminder of what to look for when we pick up a book. Reader desire – to hope that a story will speak to you, change your day, moment or life, remind or inspire you to me Something – exists long before the first page is turned.

Stacking all of these books like this was, unexpectedly, very lively. Carrying book after book on the shelf, I remembered why I bought each book, what sparked curiosity and passion when I read about it. Every time I look at Ruth Ozeki The book of shape and spaceI’m excited to see what Ozeki does after mastering her A tale for the present. You Pre-Ordered Matt Bell apple seeds, intrigued by a version which she described as “part speculative epic, part technical suspense, part reinvented fiction” and delighted in Bell’s generosity as a writer; His newsletter is a micro-teaching.

My first introduction been seen The author was Elsa Sjunneson when I wrote about it water shape for Tor.com, and I can’t wait to read it the length of the book. girly drinks: the perfect cocktail of nerdery, feminism and history. Sarah Hall’s Book: After I’m Finished PrintcottI wanted to read every word I’ve ever written. Crafts in the real worldAnd about readingAnd normal reader: Fuel to expand the ways of thinking and writing about reading and writing. crooked kingdom: I read Six crows Last month, it wasn’t possible to wait seven weeks for the sequel to appear in the library.

There’s a story like this behind every unread book, just like there’s a different kind of story about every book I’ve finished, whether that story – the story of your experience with the book – is about how it made you mad, made you cry, made you think about how writing works, made you wish Read more fiction, more history, or more stories unlike stories you’ve never read before. We don’t just read stories; We make our own stories around them. Even I guess, when we don’t read it. distance.

All of these books are the reason why year-end lists, despite people’s love of their work, are so hard to make and read. There is always another book. There is always another possibility. There is always, always something you missed, something you don’t know yet that you will fall in love with, months or years later. Maybe it’s worth a minute to celebrate the books we’re about resident Anticipation – those on our shelves but not yet carried over, patiently waiting to be picked up next.

Molly Templeton He lives and writes in Oregon, and spends as much time as possible in the woods. Sometimes you talk about books Twitter.

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