I felt accomplished.
However, last week I found a few books in the used book store, and today I chanced by a new outlet store by one of the biggest book chains in Sweden and went absolutely mental. To be noted is that it's hard finding good English books in Sweden that aren't crime novels or chic lit, so I just tend to buy everything that doesn't fall under those two categories.
Staring at this pile is now making me feel all sorts of guilty.
I think a book buying ban is in order.
They usually never work for me, but I really need to stop buying books and start reading. It’s been a slow reading year so far, although I’ve read more Swedish books so far than all of last year (which is awesome). But I really should start with some of my challenges.
Ah well, my pile of total insanity consists of:
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (I think I may already own this)
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
She by H. Rider Haggard (100 Classics Challenge)
Vlad: The Last Confession by C. C. Humphreys
Ravens by George Dawes Green
Love Songs from a Shallow Grave by Colin Cotterill
Ransom by David Malouf
The Holy City by Patrick McCabe
Kaddish for an Unborn Child by Imre Kertész
Washing Dishes in Hotel Paradise by Eduardo Belgrano Rawson
Home by Marilynne Robinson
The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling by Henry Fielding
An Elegy for Easter by Petina Gappah
The Dark Volume by G. W. Dahlquist
The Divine Comedy by Dante
Devils by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The House of the Dead & The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Cider House Rules by John Irving
Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott
Generation A by Douglas Coupland
Waiting by Ha Jin
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy (I hate this book, but I plan to re-read it someday)
Middlemarch by George Eliot (100 Classics Challenge)
The Icarus Girl by Helen Oyeyemi
Where the God of Love Hangs Out by Amy Bloom
Trumpet by Jackie Kay
Moscow 2042 by Vladimir Voinovich
The World According to Garp by John Irving
Washington Square by Henry James
Remembering Audrey by Bob Willoughby
I also got something silly called Mr. Darcy’s Diary by Maya Slater, not pictured because the second page of the first diary entry made me hurl it across the room because it was just so offensive (more on that later).
So yeah, I’m pretty much set for the rest of the year.