I thought at the start of the lockdown, I would have no problem reading the books on my bookshelves. Alas, for the first time ever, I have reached the limit for holds of digital library books.
Honestly, the holds are a major source of my library-book-reading problem.
Above is a screenshot of a selection of my library waiting list. The numbers, however, are misleading. One book I requested in February (only one copy of the book was available), gave me a wait time of about six months. After scoffing at that, naturally, I placed other books on hold.
Today when I checked, I saw the library has seventeen copies and the wait times have shortened to just a few weeks. That means in about two weeks, I’m going to be bombarded with checkout notices, and I’ll be forced to finish six library books all delivered at once—I only get them for twenty-one days.
They say the first step is admitting the problem. Okay, well, I have a library book problem.
The effort of putting this post together and making myself share it’s enough to shame me into sitting down more frequently with my own books so that by the next progress report, I’ll have better news.
Wish me luck. Or restraint. I'm not sure which I need more of at the moment!
P.S. My husband has just offered to cut up my library card. The tension in this house just got real.
I read a lot, not just for my work as an editor but for fun and to learn, and yes, for a little escapism!