I currently have a nightstand and a 60% filled bookshelf dedicated to unread books that haunt me on a daily basis.
Growing up, I was a sort of bookworm. I read books before I was even able to read (I would just make up my own plot). Unfortunately, that passion was lost somewhere in the depths of adolescence, college, and young adulthood. Nowadays, I would go through phases where I try and make up for it by buying a ton of used books at a thrift store or getting a new book on impulse purely based on a quick recommendation. I’d admire my new addition and add it to my ever growing collection of, “I’ll-read-this-after-I-finish-this-one”. It’s bad.
Anyway, my goal in the next month: finish 1Q84. This 1184 page monster has taken more than a year to read with my currently sparse reading schedule.
It will happen. It will happen.