April 6, 2008
…so little time.
I often joke with my husband that I love being able to go to the library and sites like PaperBackSwap because it keeps us out of the poor house. I go to the library about every other week and come home with an armload of books. I’ve slowed down a bit of late because I’m working on a show and I’m not reading as much at work as I once did. I’m still consuming books with a voracious appetite though. It’s a good addiction to have, all things considered.
The Bald One and I have a rather extensive library of our own. I spent today’s wet and dreary weather fest compiling it into a spreadsheet so that I could upload it to my Shelfari site. Well, at least my part of the collection. You can see my insanity here - a grand total of 153. About forty of those classified as “owned” are also appearing on my “planning to read” shelf. That’s a shelf that gets more out of hand every week. Partially because I get a chapter-a-day book service (thank you Suzanne of DearReader.com) and partially because I’m an NPR junkie and inevitably some book comes up that just gets added to the list.
I used to just drop the books onto my Amazon wish list, but then figured that keeping a reading list on a book-buying site was a very bad idea. First off, it was all too easy to buy books that I wasn’t sure I’d even like once I read them. The other reason is that Amazon tries to be very helpful and suggest books to you - and one of the ways it suggests is to look at your wish lists. Nothing is stranger than getting a suggestion based on a book you haven’t read to point you to another book you haven’t read.
The thing this reveals, overall, is I appear to have an insane sweet tooth that enjoys rotting my brain on fluffy romance. A good portion of the books I own could be classified as romance (Nora Roberts, Elizabeth Lowell) or fantasy/romance (Mercedes Lackey falls into this group). Then there is my Anne Bishop and Alice Borchardt books. Fantastic stories with sweeping worlds and real people that don’t shy away from the darker elements of life - but then I saw someone listed the Black Jewels Trilogy as a “paranormal romance” and I almost spit water all over the computer. Sure, there’s a bit of a love story in there - but anyone who thinks it’s all about the fainting girl-child into the arms of her demon lover needs to be smacked upside the head.
My sweet tooth, however, keeps me sane - I get to escape the “real world” into one where the bills get paid by mysterious means, the parties are excellent, the men are dashing and the women always say the right thing. And let’s not forget - the gal always gets her man.

