I was so very proud of myself earlier this year when I decided to stop buying so many books and start borrowing them from the public library. Since only one of the adults in this house has a income-generating job, our budget is pretty tight. We’re not struggling, mind you, but even a millionaire would have trouble supporting my book habit.

I LOVE all kinds of books. Musty books, new books, hardbacks, paperbacks, big and small, fiction, non-fiction, illustrated, tiny text and onion-skin paper…you name it. That’s all well and good, but they cost a lot and take up a lot of space. Last summer, the biggest and hardest project I took on was finishing two wall-sized bookcases. Even they don’t contain all my precious tomes.

I’ve made a concerted effort at taking books to the used book store or donating them to charities, but that doesn’t really seem to make a difference. Borrowing instead of buying has made a huge and positive difference.

But now I have a new problem. I can’t seem to manage my library queue so I only end up with a reasonable number of books. Today, I walked out with two dozen books cradled in my arms. I’m not sure how I’ll make time to read them all! Give up knitting? (no) Stop cleaning the house? (possibly) Whether or not I succeed, I’m sure I’ll have fun trying.

I’m keeping track of what I’m reading this year on the 52 books page of my website. And since two dozen books still isn’t enough for me, I’d love to hear any suggestions you have for good reads.