I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I almost hate to admit this to people I know sometimes have hundreds of books on the TBR piles/lists, if not more. But normally, my TBR pile is very small; I'm sort of chicken to expand to new genres and I'm über-picky about which books I buy/read within my genres.
But it started with the GoodReads debacle and my realisation that they were never going to embrace transparency as it pertained to their policies and that I didn't want to be one of the mindless that just went along with it because it didn't affect me personally. The whole experience was demoralising; I found myself reluctant to pick up a book - any book.
Then summer hit here in AU - a late one, so I was able to forget about all the nonsense and concentrate on my garden, and on re-painting the last room in our house, which also required stripping back a set of 100+ year old windows. Legit and time consuming reasons not to have time to pick up a book.
Then my DH fractured his sternum (don't ask - it happened during a 'boys weekend' - 'nuff said) and lots of things got put on hold, so suddenly there's a lot more time to read, right? Yeah, but I'm not. But by god, I'm still buying. I have the biggest damn TBR pile I've ever had in my life and I just stare at it and think...'meh'. That's not to say I haven't read some good books lately, but every time I go to get a new one, I'm back to staring blankly and again with the 'meh'.
Here's where the mini-epiphany comes in: on Wednesday I realised: quite a lot of these books are the newest in series I just consider to be 'meh'. And I'm looking at them like they are chores. Why, why, why do I keep buying these books when I clearly think the series are average at best? Upon self-reflection, I've come to the conclusion that I'm afraid of running out of books to read; I'd rather have average ones to fall back on then to run out. Objectively, I know this is utter crap - I'll never run out of books to read. Emotionally, what in the name of holy cheese whiz am I going to do if I run out of books to read?!?!
I'm going to be proactive about this: I'll be purposely reading the 'meh' ones in the coming week or two to get them out of the pile and their series off my shelves. I can't say I won't revert to hoarding new average books again against the mythical book shortage, but at least I can say goodbye to those I'm more than ready to part with.
Will I ever want to read this book again? If the answer is "no" then into the FOTL bag it goes. More shelf space for more new books, and a TBR pile I look forward to dipping in to... It's all good!