Diary of a Readingrat

As you all know very well, my TBR pile’s huge. Okay, no, that’s an understatement. It’s 840 books ginormeous. Yeah, that’s right: eight hundred and forty freaking books of the about I-don’t-quite-know-whether-that’s-actually-correct 1,730 books I own are unread. That’s almost half of them …

Maybe you’ve wondered what I’ve been up to this past month. Although I do blog very infrequently, I’ve never been so absent – except for the time I wrote my Bachelor thesis. So, where the hell have I been? Pretty much between the pages of those …

I got tagged yet again by the lovely Ric of Bed, Book & Tea. So, let’s get going …

Oh, hiya! Just that you know, I’m still alive! Well, sort of. I’m dead tired these days and I can’t believe the first half two thirds of May are already over. Anyway, I think it’s time I told you what’s going on in my life right now so you won’t worry about my absence (you probably haven’t noticed it, as little as I blog in general) …

Being a collector is never easy, especially when it comes to horse novels. Most of them – at least the ones I wanted – were long out of print when I started collecting these books. Therefore, I had to rely on second hand traders. Second hand shops and flea markets are great and I got a considerable number of books at these places. The plus side: if one does not approve of the condition, one does not have to buy the book. However, they tend to have a very limited range, so I turned to eBay for most of my collector career and I really truly love that place. I’ve got hundreds of books there – and that’s no exaggeration! …

Creature of the Capitol – that’s not only the title of the bachelor thesis I’ve been writing these last couple of months, it’s exactly how I felt – a slave to the Capitol doing it’s bidding, writing, writing, … oh, have I mentioned writing already? No? Well, writing. 60 pages, if you want to know. Which you don’t because you’re probably sick and tired of my whining – at least if you follow me on Twitter. I really don’t know how my lovely ladies managed to cheer me on all the time. They were probably on their knees begging to let it be the 17th already while they tried to shut me up . . .

There’s a situation familiar to every reader, a situation we all love to hate: waiting and waiting and waiting for the next novel in a series. Depending on a couple of factors, this time span can be perceived on a range from barely acceptable to unbearable torture …