The Books I Didn’t Get To

A few of the books from my unread shelf

In my living room, there is a low bookshelf that stands below the windows. The bottom shelf is given over to a basket of yarn, a basket of cat toys, and space for my cat Mina to sit. The top shelf is also Mina’s to enjoy, though a small stack of history books is on one end. But the middle shelf is devoted entirely to books I meant to read in 2021.

Thirty-two books are on that shelf. Another forty-seven are scattered around the apartment on various other shelves, and an additional 128 titles are rusticating on my StoryGraph To Be Read pile. I didn’t buy or add all of these books to my various shelves in 2021, but at some point this year, I intended to read every last one of them. And then I didn’t.

There are many reasons for this. I was stressed out enough thanks to world news and work that I didn’t want to face the darkness of Young-Ha Kim’s Black Flower. I was never quite in the mood for The Brothers York, Thomas Penn’s 688-page history of the House of York during the Wars of the Roses, even though the subject fascinates me. Catherynne M. Valente’s Palimpsest always managed to disappear into the background, almost like it was trying to live up to its namesake. Charlotte Brontë’s Villette was twice superseded by other long books that popped up and needed to be read first. I fully intend to read Ken Liu’s The Grace of Kings once the publication date for the fourth book in his Dandelion Dynasty series comes a little closer. I simply didn’t get to Elizabeth Knox’s The Absolute Book or Magda Szabó’s Iza’s Ballad. The list goes on.

I could be upset about the books I didn’t get to this year. I could castigate myself for letting Armistead Maupin’s The Night Listener languish on my shelves for yet another year. But I won’t. The books don’t care if they get a little more dust on them, or if I glance past them and reach for something else. They are as constant as anything can be in this world of ours, and unless something wildly unexpected happens, they will wait patiently for me to finally get around to pulling them off the shelves and giving them a shot.

Besides. It’s not like I haven’t been doing other things this year. As of this writing, I have completed 173 other books and enjoyed most of them. I wrote another novel, sewed a bunch of things, took a few thousand more photographs, went for long walks, listened to wonderful music, saw some fantastic movies, stopped to watch dozens of sunsets, many snowstorms and thunderstorms, and started visiting friends and family again after being relatively isolated for more than a year. I did plenty of things in 2021.

December is the time of the year when we tend to look both backward and forward. We reflect on the year that is dying and anticipate the year that is coming. We develop our ‘Best of the Year’ and ‘Worst of the Year’ lists and come up with resolutions or plans for the future with all the optimism in the world. “Next year,” we say, ” is the year I’ll do All The Things and read all the books I’ve been meaning to get to”.

Perhaps it’s naive for us to do this. I think it’s also wonderful, like we’re staring down a brand new year and declaring “You’re going to be better than last year”, like thinking can make it so.

So as I look at all the unread books on my shelves and sort through the myriad titles on my To Be Read pile, I don’t regret the books I didn’t read. They’re still there, waiting for me, fully aware that I will add more books to that list as 2022 wears on. And someday, I will get around to all of them. Or most of them. Or maybe only some of them.

My apartment is full of books, many of which are unread. Those seventy-eight unread books will soon be joined by a flock of other unread titles once Christmas comes and goes. They will find their own places on the shelves, and I may get around to reading them in 2022.

But no matter how many books get added to my TBR on top of the 207 that are already there, I can be sure of one thing: I will never run out of things to read. And that is a happy thought I will carry into 2022, no matter what it brings.

16 thoughts on “The Books I Didn’t Get To

  1. You know it stresses me out if I have too many unread books or too much on my TBR…that being said, I’m almost at my 75 book TBR, assuming I don’t add too much in the next few weeks

  2. What a wonderfully written piece! And that final thought, I will never run out of things to read, is indeed a very happy one. I also like to think of my shelves of unread books as little worlds full of living creatures crafting the stories that appear when we open their pages. So a little extra time on the shelf just gives them that much more time to assure it’s a story we’ll enjoy.

  3. I do know that it stresses you out to have too many books on the old TBR. I can see my way to that, but every time I scroll through mine to try to shrink it a bit, I look at the books and think, “That looks so good! I have to keep it to remind myself down the road…”. And so it stays ridiculously long.

  4. What a lovely set of reflections with a lovely turn of phrase. This post made me feel comforted even if ye are so dang productive. I am kinda in awe at how much ye accomplish. Yer Sunday posts have become some of me favorite to read every week. Hope next year is wonderful for ye.
    x The Captain

  5. I’m looking forward to doing the same. I’m so glad I pulled a bunch of my shorter unread books. It’s felt great to get through so many of them, and they’ve been so enjoyable. Short books are mostly the plan for the rest of the year, and then I’ll delve back into some big books in 2022.

  6. “a private library is not an ego-boosting appendages but a research tool. The library should contain as much of what you do not know as your financial means … allow you to put there. You will accumulate more knowledge and more books as you grow older, and the growing number of unread books on the shelves will look at you menacingly. Indeed, the more you know, the larger the rows of unread books. Let us call this collection of unread books an antilibrary.” – Nassim Taleb

    https://fs.blog/the-antilibrary/

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s