Book Riot recently came out with an interesting post, Throw Away Your TBR List: A Radical Reading (un)Plan which I do find terribly interesting but to be honest, to the that concept I must eloquently say: wha da hell.
OK so before I go into the deep end there are certain points that the writer makes that I agree with. If your list is causing you stress, then sure, get rid of it. If that pile of books in your room has been sitting there since the dinosaurs roamed the earth then maybe someone else would like it. But to get rid of your entire TBR list?
Look everyone, I’m very much type A and I love me some lists. I have tons of lists, on my phone, on my computer, on GoodReads (which has revolutionized my list taking), and I have stacks and stacks of books in my home waiting for me to return to them. I feel them cry out, come-hither! So what do I do when i see these mountains of lists? All in all, I have at least 1000 TBR books on my GoodReads and at least 50 at home in The Bahamas, 10 in my college flat with me now, and at least another 200 on my Kindle (that I somehow bought randomly, the minute I see ooh, discount, *clicks* purchase). And you know what? It doesn’t stress me out. Because I like my lists, I respect these lists and they respect me. They call to me, but they don’t shove me into a bag and beat me around. No, your list controls you as much as you let it!
When trying to find something to read next, and nothing immediately comes to mind, what do I do? I engage my lists. I scroll through physical copies available, and I stare for hours at my GoodReads pile, till something catches my eye. And you know what I also do while I’m trolling for reads? I clean. I prune. (Again, I don’t let my list control me, it is I who calls the shots! *said in Disney prince voice*) So if I’m scrolling for a good book and I see something that I no longer 1. Want to read 2. Can’t remember why the hell I added it or have it in the first place, then I either delete it from my life or give it away. It’s that simple. I prune quite regularly and find some joy in knowing that my lists reflect my tastes.
I do not mourn the loss of the lost potential, no, no, I embrace the fact that it’s gone, but I sure as hell will find something else to read to add to the damn list probably within minutes. What would I be if I lost my lists? I’d be miserable is what, I like having potential in front of me, not a chasm of must-find-random-book-from-somewhere.
Yes so that’s my opinion, and that’s my way of doing it. Everyone’s different, again, if you’re the anxious sort and you don’t like lists, give me your lists, and I shall generously give your old TBR a new life!