This is my to-be-read pile:
And I am currently in a self-imposed book-buying ban until I finish all of them.
This is painful and I need some virtual sympathy; I had a feeling you'd understand.
I don't want to be on a book-buying ban. I hear about books every day that I'd like to pick up. I once told a friend of mine that I've basically never left a bookshop without at least buying two books.
Which means that I now can't enter bookshops. This is the equivalent of banning a caffeine addict from Starbucks. Or Gilderoy Lockhart from talking about himself. I feel like I have the literary shakes.
But I have to be strong and curb the spending just a little, at least for the next month or so. I suppose I should take heart in the fact that I have some pretty exciting reads headed my way.
At the same time, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that one of the things I love most about books is that--as long as I live--I will never run out of ones I want to read. There will always be amazing, inspiring, wonderful stories out there to discover. I find that comforting.
Just maybe not right now.
On the bright side though, while torturing myself by visiting online bookstores, I discovered that The Mapmaker and the Ghost is now listed on IndieBound and Books-A-Million. Hooray! (And, no, self, I did not buy anything during said visits. Always so suspicious!)