Chris (Stuff As Dreams Are Made On) wrote a post yesterday about his TBR pile and admitted that he had 204 books on that list right now. I don’t dare count mine, but it’s a fearsome list, with many shelves in the house filled with books waiting to be chosen, and many on my list added after reading all your blog reviews. In the corner of one bookshelf sits a two-volume set that I have yet to read. I’m very fond of it, glaring at me in consternation as I pass by. They sat on my Dad’s bookshelf for many years… unlike me, however, he had read them. I just keep plugging away at the books I want to read, pulling them off the shelf as they call to me, donating them to the library when done, or sharing them with friends and family. More are added to the list exponentially, but I refuse to worry about having so much to read and so little time because it’s such a lovely way to spend my time.