I was attempting to picture my TBR list this morning...and all I could think of was a cross between a boxing match and a game of Quidditch (for those of you who have read Harry Potter this will make sense) with all the books attempting to beat each other into submission in a complete free-for-all before attempting to escape through a book-sized escape hatch (shades of Alien?) into my brain. (Yes, sometimes my imagination really does scare me!)
I usually attempt to follow some sort of reading schedule (usually whichever library book is at the top of my hold list), but occasionally some books queue jump (or perhaps that should read 'I let them queue jump') and that I can handle. But panic sets in when a number of interesting books are published at once and someone posts of an amazing book that just HAS to read like NOW (e.g. Scandal *looking specifically at Renee and CJ) and the book you've just finished reading (When Gods Die [CS Harris]) was so good you want the sequel (Why Mermaids Sing) in your hot little hands ASAP and you have books that have been patiently waiting for what feels like ages for you to get too (*small voice* Broken Wing) that you've promised to read! How does it not feel like a boxing (or should that be wrestling) match? Except that you're not the umpire but the one on the ground being pummelled by the large number of books sitting on your chest?
Does anyone else occasionally feel completely out of control when it comes to their TBR list/pile? And does it sometimes grow faster than you can keep up with (like a triffid)? Maybe it is alive? *squeezes eyes shut* Do NOT think of anything...particularly not marshmallows!
And mass apologies for mentioning boxing, Harry Potter, Alien, triffids and the Ghostbusters all in the same post! What WAS I thinking?