I did OK I guess.
Looking at the list, it's pretty obvious and completely unsurprising to me that I need to focus more on nonfiction and nonwhite authors, and I'd also like to get back into the classics, which I seem to have wandered away from in recent years.
But that's small potatoes compared with the other thing the list showed me.
I have a habit that got completely out of hand last year, and I can't make light of it any longer. I'm staging an intervention for myself. You're all invited, and we can drink booze at it, obviously.
Out of the 67 titles I read last year, 46 were from the public library. That means, despite my sizable and ever-increasing personal library, I continue to ignore most of the books I share my home with.
|My husband, every damn day.|
The cycle goes like this: (1) See a book I've been meaning to read and am actually pretty excited about reading. (2) Buy it (and usually several others shut up). (3) Lovingly shelve it by genre and author's last name. (4) Promptly forget it ever existed.
Once I get a book home, an invisible switch is flipped and I immediately start taking it for granted. I know it will be there waiting for me indefinitely, like a long-suffering friend. But the thing is, it isn't always. I can't tell you how many times I've loaned out a book and never seen it again. And if I've already read the book, that's a minor irritation, but I usually haven't read the book.
|Don't go! I can be better!|
I think this problem stems from a lack of impulse control. If someone on the Internet is raving about a book and all I have to do is add it to my library hold list and wait passively until it's my turn, I'm gonna do that. Multiply that by every time someone raves about a book on the Internet and you get a massive library hold list that's steadily supplying books, all of which have the sexy allure of an expiration date.
BUT IT ENDS NOW.
I think I have just one title on hold going into 2015, and it's Station Eleven. Everyone's been drooling over that one, so it can be my bit of fun on the side. But I'm making a point this year to focus on loving the ones I'm with. Incidentally, that includes a few Joan Didions, a couple of Donna Tartts, some William Gibsons, several George Eliots, and the Absolute All-Star Superman by Grant Morrison.
And they all deserve my time and attention.
|Thanks for being patient, books. Now get off those shelves and let's boogie.|