stacks of books

Before I began working in a library I'd come and browse the shelves for books with no real idea of what I was looking for until I'd see it. I would read what I had time for and take back the rest without any real regret if I didnt have time. I read because I could.

Now I work in the library. I'm a librarian and an author blog stalker, so I know what books are coming out. I put tons of them on hold and take at least a stack home every week. I feel compelled to read them. Now I read because I should.

I don't know if that is why my attitude towards reading has changed or if it's just because I have so many other things going on right now. I still love to read, but I'm having a hard time finding books I want to read. For the last while I'll begin books that I then put down and dont pick back up. They sit around in limbo because I'm not that in the mood to continue, but I don't want to give up on them. I feel that I need to finish the story I began. So I keep them and renew them as many times as I can until I start to accrue fines. Then I do finally finish them, or I turn them in unfinished which is what I should've done in the first place. Out of all those stacks I checkout, probably 1 in 10 actually gets completely read. Some don't even get opened.

Right now I have seven books that I've read at least the first chapter, but no more because I went in search of a different book that would grab me. I want to finish them. there is a part of me that is curious on what's going to happen. But not enough to sacrifice to get it done.

Ramble over.