I’d like to pretend that I did something artsy with this photo in which you can’t see the top of the stack. That, somehow, you can believe the stack rises forever–all books not pictured. Every book I will read until I die is piled on this stack that extends into the sky. The neighbours have come to admire its structural integrity. Birds circle it, coveting pages for their nests. “Will it fall when he retrieves his next book?” onlookers whisper to each other. You likely heard about my story on the CBC.
In reality, I’m bad at taking photos. Sometimes I forget to focus on what’s in the frame.
What is not pictured are all the library books I plan on reading. (And too many of these books are pictured–remember, my goal is only 15.) Expect surprises when you come to my reviews. This stack isn’t even a road map for how I plan on reading these books. So much depends on mood. And as in previous years, I’m always open to a good recommendation!