You know how much I love lists, so I couldn't resist joining in when I saw a few fellow bloggers had made lists of books they want to read from their TBR piles, or some variation on the theme, and in need of something to write about today here we go. However, I am doing my own variation on the theme. I began by thinking of books on my own TBR (not necessarily new spring releases, though I will be sharing some of those soon) pile, but felt just the tiniest (very tiny) little twinge of guilt to be once again thinking of new books I want to read when I am in the middle of so many good ones already. In case you are curious, though, my list is up to 24 titles and that was just books that came off the top of my head that I have been thinking about reading recently. I didn't even need to look at any of my many paper or virtual lists, in which case I could probably easily double that list.
No. Instead let me turn my attention once again to those poor books, which through no fault of their own have been sitting ignored in a 'will get back to these books later' pile. I was so into them at one time, but then you know how it goes. You start thinking of those new books (the ones just swirling around in my head that I just referred to) and then on occasion cave in and pick them up and start reading. I have yet to discover how to grow more free time (those magic seeds are in some catalog to be ordered--probably sitting on a bench in the same place that Harry Potter gets on his train to Hogworts . . . ). Until then I have less perceived reading time than I have actual real time to spend reading all the books I want to read. So, sometimes, a few get set aside. More often than I like. Maybe they are not clicking at that particular moment or they just get nudged aside by chance, but I cannot quite bring myself to simply return them to my bookshelves. I always think 'I am going to get back to this one really soon'. And soon becomes weeks or months, or maybe even longer.
I have a few more then ten of these I fear, but here are ten books I was reading and enjoying until life got too busy and now they are waiting patiently for me to return to them. In no particular order, since I don't want to play favorites:
Fall of Giants by Ken Follett -- the first of a, I'm not sure how many actually--trilogy? quartet?--of books following a set cast of characters. When last I left off, WWI had just started. A nice door stopper of a story.
Letters from a Lost Generation by Vera Brittain -- I think I was anticipating the first of the awful deaths that Brittain had to endure. The letters are really beautiful and truthful and you get a painful sense of what it was like then. I have left this for a long time but I still do want to get back to the letters.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck -- I read so far into this classic that I can't bear to put it back on the shelf, but I know it will take some serious skimming to get back up to speed with the story. And this is a book that I literally practically missed my bus stop while reading when I was so into it. I think it was just too hefty to pack into my bookbag and then it became one of those other books on that pile and I never picked it back up.
Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk -- Another hefty book. I was enjoying it and think I just hit a slowish spot. I keep thinking of picking it up again being in a mood to read about NYC, Jewish life and the theater-world. Check all those points for a perfect fit of a read.
Red Joan by Jennie Rooney -- Hmm. Considering how many novels with a spy/espionage, war slant that appear on this list these books must have been part of one of my failed season of spies. When I was really into it, it was a page turner-about Communist activities of a woman who got entangled with a Russian man.
Light of the Moon by Elizabeth Buchan -- Another story of WWII and espionage about a woman parachuted into Occupied France and who I think, is going to fall for a German officer, but I never quite got that far.
Decision at Delphi by Helen Macinnes -- Oh, Helen Mcinnes, I want to read all your books and I think I now own nearly all of them. This one is set in post-WWII Greece. Another door-stopper and I am not even too far away from finishing it. Yikes. Maybe I should pick this one up now.
The Chevalier by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles -- Am too embarrassed to say how many times I talk about this. Restoration England (actually this one might be just post-Restoration) is not really my time period. I am not fond of one of the main characters, but I just can't bring myself to skip it. I have the whole set of these, which I have such grand plans to read all of . . . it may well take me decades to get through them all at this rate. Someday I will finish this and move on to the next.
Blackbird by Tom Wright -- I loved his first book and was enjoying this crime novel, but it is dark and somewhat violent and I think I just needed something cozier at the moment.
Wildwood by Roger Deakin -- I love Roger Deakin and this is the most recent 'set this aside temporarily' book. Not much time has passed and I should really get back to it as it is freshest in mind.
I am trying this year to not set aside so many in progress books and if I do, to literally return them to their piles and bookshelves as this is obviously such a bad habit. But then bad habits are hard to break, aren't they?