It’s out of control. I’m writing a post about it to ease my anxiety about this. Why can’t I just read some of my own books?! Because browsing the library website is fun. And the new is always more tempting than what’s languishing in my TBR, forgotten. And since I’ve been reading more lately, I imagine I can read even more: my library eyes are bigger than my reading stomach. Finally, I’m not very disciplined about library holds, but also when I request a book that’s “on order,” its arrival is very unpredictable. It could appear immediately after the publication date, or several months after. All that is part of why my library pile is out of control.
Here’s the pile:
11 12 (one’s missing) physical books, and one digital. What are they?The books from work:
One day I forgot to pack the book I was reading (The Comforters by Muriel Spark. It was weird and good). I tried to download my library ebook and for some reason I couldn’t (I suspect my iPad is signed in to Overdrive a different way than my phone). So, somehow feeling I must have something for my homeward commute, I went to the college library and got a couple of political science books I’d been wanting to read. Then I rode home on the train with my husband and read nothing. Will I get to these? Maybe not anytime soon. But unless a student requests them, I can probably renew them many times. Or, you know, take them back and grab them later when I have time to read them. Why not?
- Neither Liberal Nor Conservative: Ideological Innocence in the American Public, by Donald R. Kinder and Nathan P. Kalmoe (the preface has a lovely tribute to Philip Converse, the scholar whose work they build on; one of the nicest academic tributes I’ve ever read)
- Democracy for Realists: Why Elections Do Not Produce Responsive Government, by Christopher H. Achen and Larry M. Bartels
The Poetry Pile:
My “bookend your day” resolution is going very well and really increasing my reading time and focus. Teresa gave me the idea of reading poetry in the morning, and I’m enjoying letting a handful of poems wash over me in my half-awake state. I didn’t really mean to end up with three books at once, though. One of these was overdue for quite a while and so I got a backup. Then the overdue one suddenly appeared. Of course.
- Observations, by Marianne Moore (a fellow Bryn Mawr College alumna, but I’ve only read a couple of her poems before)
- A Place Called no Homeland, Kai Cheng Thom (found browsing the new arrivals, and I think I also spotted it at Book Riot or in a friend’s Twitter feed)
- Whereas, Layli Long Soldier (from the National Book Award list)
I think that’s how I discovered both of these.
- An Odyssey: A Father, a Son, and an Epic, by Daniel Mendelsohn (not in the photo, I just realized, so that’s 13! I’m reading this now and so far it’s what I hoped Rebecca Mead’s My Life in Middlemarch would be–fascinating about both Homer and Mendelsohn’s own life. Mead’s book was OK, but this is deeper. Maybe because I don’t know The Odyssey the way I know Middlemarch, but I suspect it’s more than that. Must finish this because it’s due soon and others are waiting).
- The Extra Woman: How Marjorie Hillis Led a Generation of Women to Live Alone and Like It, by Joanna Scutts (don’t think Rohan has read this, but she’s how I found Scutts on Twitter and learned of the book. I’ve never lived alone, and I think I’d be bad at it, but I somehow think of myself as solitary, so I’m drawn to this book).
Been Waiting Forever!
Well, it feels like it.
- Winter, by Ali Smith (it was “in cataloguing” for about two weeks while I waited impatiently for my hold. Autumn was one of my favourites last year)
- Beau Death, by Peter Lovesey (I’ve read some of the Peter Diamond series, all out of order. This is the latest. Must read fast, because many others are waiting).
- A Snake in the Grass, by Anthony Gilbert (I requested this mystery from 1954 because it meets the PopSugar Challenge category of woman writing under a male pseudonym–I Googled a list–and I’d read so many of the other obvious choices for this category. I am enjoying the heck out of this. It’s the book I’m actually picking up at the end of the day and looking forward to reading).
- Missing Presumed, by Susie Steiner (this was pretty popular, I think, and I picked it at random from the library shelf. Now, of course, someone else wants it and I may have to return it unread and try again later. Which is fine! Fine! I tell myself to relieve my library anxiety.)
- The Widows of Malabar Hill, by Sujata Massey (on the iPad; I’ve started this mystery, set in 1921 Bombay with a female solicitor. It’s a little info-dumpy so far but feels well researched, and I like the concept)
Off the new books shelf. Someone I follow reviewed it recently. Likely to be returned unread because look at this out of control pile. Something must be done!
- Katalin Street, by Magda Szabo
These are all due sometime in the next three weeks. Somewhere in the next week or so I also have to choose something for the TBR Challenge. (At least that will be one I own!) And then I’ve got another 13 on hold. . . . My name is Liz, and I have a Library Problem. How about you?