I’ve talked about keeping my TBR shelf small in past posts and that’s pretty true. It typically hovers around 300 books at a given time. That doesn’t mean, however, I’m great about actually reading books that land there. Even when I try my darnedest, I will see a shiny new book and go obsess over it until I get my hands on it. And I always embrace the impulse of my reads – whatever sounds good at the moment is the thing I start, whether it’s TBR’ed (or owned, eek!). These sad books have been on my TBR shelf at least four/five years. Oy, the guilt!