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There is a towering stack of books currently sitting on our dresser. It grows every time my mother visits or my husband steps into a bookstore. His stack is composed mostly of big, thick, hardcover history books like The House of Morgan, The King of Vodka, and Supreme Power *yawn*. My stack is made up of literary fiction and memoirs *yes!*. What my books lack in girth, they make up for in quantity. I currently have 8 books in my to-read pile. Throw in a couple Bibles and we've got ourselves some impressively tall stacks. Eight books will sound like a lot to some of you. But I know plenty of people who could get through my pile in just a few weeks (Mom, Grandma, Traci, I'm talking to you). That's part of my problem. My main supplier (my mother) has a lot more reading time on her hands. I can't keep up. (If you're curious what sort of books are in my pile, click on over to my Goodreads profile.)
So why must they sit on our dresser? Good question. I like my stack. I like seeing it every day. It give me something to look forward to, something to plan. What am I going to read next? I don't necessarily want these books out of easy reach. I've decided a new nightstand will be my next purchase in the name of decluttering.