I think it’s time to come clean. Guys…I have a problem. A big one. And it’s name is called “the TBR pile.”
This is going to be hard, but I’m going to share stuff with you today. Stuff that I can’t take back! Stuff that will never again remain unsaid.
I own 445 books that I haven’t read yet.
Phew, that felt good. Now let’s break it down. I don’t have exact numbers (maybe I just don’t want to know), but probably about 300 of those books are on my Kindle. The rest are all in my dining room. And today we’re going to take a tour. I have other bookcases upstairs, full of books that I’ve already read and loved, but (pretty much) all of the books in my dining room are books that I haven’t read yet, and those are the ones you’ll be seeing today.
Here’s my bookcase. My TBR bookcase. Recently I went through it and completely organized it by genre, so I like the way that it looks right now. Eventually I actually want to stain it, because I really don’t like the color of the bookcase itself, but otherwise I’m pretty happy with it.
On the top shelf, I have my adult psychological thrillers and my young adult contemporaries. I didn’t have a specific rhyme or reason for putting certain genres together on a shelf, it was just what fit where at the time. On the left, I also have two more YA contemporaries stacked up and The Fault in Our Stars, which I’ve actually read, but just didn’t want to put upstairs with the other ones yet.
This is also where I keep one of (yes, one of) my goat stuffed animals, a tiny miniature goat figurine, a history of England pamphlet written by Jane Austen that my Dad gave me, and a postcard featuring a jar of goat’s milk caramel from a goat farm Brent and I visited this past summer. In case you hadn’t guessed, I’m kind of obsessed with goats.
The next shelf is the only shelf on this bookcase that isn’t truly TBR. On the left I have large books that don’t really fit anywhere else, including my Modernist Cuisine cookbook and the 100 Reasons Why I Love You scrapbook that I made for Brent for our three-year anniversary in November. On the right side are my two unopened box sets of the new illustrated Harry Potter series (I’ve read them all, just not these specific ones) as well as the Legend series by Marie Lu (haven’t read those yet).
On that same shelf, behind the box sets, lives my Jodi Picoult collection. I have every single book she’s ever published! A few of them aren’t here, like Lone Wolf and Sing You Home (those live in my adult psychological thriller section because they’re the only ones of hers that I haven’t read yet), and The Storyteller, which I own on audiobook but haven’t gotten around to buying the hardcover version of yet.
I really want to get these out of this bookcase so I can put more TBR books here instead, but I don’t have room for them anywhere else because I kind of want to keep them together.
The middle shelf is where I keep all my YA dystopians and paranormal novels. I think there’s a few sci-fi in here as well. On the right, I also have a couple nonfiction books as well as my high school yearbooks, which don’t really fit anywhere else.
On the second-to-last shelf, I have physical ARCs that I haven’t read yet, classics, and historical fiction (both YA and adult).
And lastly, I have my adult mysteries and thrillers, and adult contemporaries.
Even though this isn’t supposed to be a permanent fixture in the dining room, right now there’s a metal storage shelf that’s sitting next to my bookcase with a bunch of random stuff on it.
There’s a stack of old music books that I need to bring to the basement (in high school I was a pretty competitive singer), some books I bought my boyfriend for Christmas, a pile of my own and library books that I need to read this month, and a ton of magazines that I haven’t gotten around to flipping through yet.
The blue bin that’s next to the shelf is full of cat toys, in case you were curious 😉
Lying around on the floor next to my bookcase and on my desk (which is also in the dining room), I also have two piles of books that my parents recently gave me for my birthday and Christmas last month. That corner next to my tripod is also where I take pictures of my books to show you guys in my book hauls!
Yeah, it gets worse. While my bookcase looks nice and pretty…it’s not the end of the TBR pile. Books have started to overflow into random places like the dining room table now. I’m pretty lucky that my boyfriend puts up with this bad habit of mine!
And…yup. That’s the last of them. A huge-ass pile of books just sitting on the floor next to the dining room table. Ughhh I don’t even want to look at it, I’m so embarrassed!
So…be honest. Do your TBR piles look anything like mine? How many books do you own that you haven’t read yet?