I’ve known for quite a while that the main reason my book backlog is growing (other than “I keep buying books”) is the same device I draw my cartoons on.
The iPad’s always ready to offer me a quick distracting endorphin hit: check my feeds! watch a BSG video! play one more of the billion Wordle clones out there!
It’s especially bad when I’m reading an e-book on it, what with notifications popping up — few of them worthy of my attention, but all of them stealing it.
Still, I have a few in my queue that I’m really excited about. I just finished Mick Napier’s Improvise. Scene from the inside out, and started Tom Blank’s The Principles of Comedy Improv. Next up in fiction is Lake of Souls, a collection of Ann Leckie’s short stories, and then Samantha Harvey’s Orbital (which I think will be my first time reading a Booker Prize-winner — don’t judge me).
I can’t throw stones when I have a stack of 27 sitting next to me.
But I’d also add “Heard this is really good, too bad the author went crazy.”
My TBR is never ending. Like a ratio of 10:1 (added:read), but I’m pretty happy that my “pile” is down to a very sensible: 4 in the bedroom, 3 in the bathroom, 2 in the living room.
I’d add “the author is a real dick” because that actually matters to me.