…is a giant stack of books:
– The Best Creative Nonfiction Vol. 3 (Advance Reading Copy)
– Moral Disorder and Other Stories, Margaret Atwood
– Journal of a Novel, John Steinbeck (for when I re-read East of Eden)
– 2666, Roberto Bolano (almost finished book 1; books 2 and 3 taunt me)
– Letter to My Daughter, Maya Angelou
– The Patron Saint of Liars, Ann Patchett
– Motherless Brooklyn, Jonathan Lethem
– Self-Help, Lorrie Moore
And that’s only on my bedside table. I have about that many on hold to buy, and three times that many on my dresser (including a reading copy of Toni Morrison’s A Mercy, which just won the Tournament of Books!).
The TBR pile always results in a certain amount of pressure to read . . . but isn’t it kind of a nice problem to have? So much to look forward to!
You’ve got an inspiring collection there. Atwood is always a trip. Enjoy!
Oh! I’ve read a portion of Angelou Letter to My Daughter and would like to read the rest of it. Let me know what you think…
xoe
Ooooh I love books. LOVE ’em! They are my favourite thing in the world. Not read any on your bedside table (literally or otherwise – lol).
I’ve just finished reading Watchmen (AWESOME! It was like reading a film) and now I’m reading Scar Tissue – Anthony Keidis’ biography. I’ll read anything me – not fussy.