I was trying to bring some order to the library today. I feel like I have been binge-buying books since Simon Savidge and I went on our road trip last September. One astonishing things is the number of new hardcover books I’ve purchased in the last couple of years. Most of them without really having any sense if I will like them or not. I also realized they take up a lot of real estate on my shelves and what if I end up not liking them. They will have potentially displaced something better. Only way to figure that out I guess is to actually read them and see which ones survive the trek from Mt. TBR to a permanent spot on my shelves. (Then again permanent is never really permanent.)
I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to knock as many of these out by the end of the year. I’m sticking to a firm rule of 50 unless I realize it is just bad timing. And because I know I will need some relief in era, genre, and size, I’ve also pulled a ton of shortish fiction off the shelves and placed in my nightstand to fill in the gaps.