Almost anyone who appreciates the printed word has one. It’s the terrifying, insurmountable To Be Read List.
My list was at its peak when a bedbug infestation hit the fan in 2009. I had to discard most of the unread books, and the rest were wrapped for eighteen months before they could rejoin the community. Even after a year and a half of staring at books in sealed plastic bags and gently moving them to a new apartment, I left many on the proverbial back burner.
Eventually, the books were unwrapped, and allowed to resume breathing. However, most were denied the love which had been promised to them.
I continued collecting books faster than they could be read, but I was a bit less extreme with it. Just a bit.
One book which I thought would be read immediately was Room by Emma Donoghue. Actually, I believed I was going to start reading it on the flight home from New York in 2012. No such luck.
My copy of Room was purchased at a newsstand at Grand Central Terminal. It was the first mass market paperback copy I saw anywhere, and that was the excuse for buying a book when I already had heavy bags to take to the airport. It just didn’t seem possible a mass market edition of that novel would turn up anywhere near my home, so I absolutely had to have the one on the rack at Hudson News.
That was on October 2, 2012. This morning I began reading it.
Don’t judge. If you’re a sincere book lover, you’ve done the same. And probably worse.