I haven't packed a stitch of clothing yet for my two-week holiday starting on Saturday, but what I have been doing is deliberating far too long on what books to take. This is the pile as it currently stands (or topples)...
I can't tell you exactly how much agonising has gone into getting it even this small, but there will have to be further pruning and it will hurt. It always does. I notice my partner has been hiding his books in case some of them have to go so he can fit mine into his suitcase (it's happened before).
Although what exactly would happen if I went on holiday and didn't have a vast choice of what to read, I'm not sure. That's something that's never happened before, and it never will.
But this year as indeed with every year, I'm now more than half way through a book I'm really enjoying...
and because I'm not going to finish it before Saturday I will have to make a decision. Do I take it, knowing I'll probably finish it on the plane out there and then have to lug it around for the rest of the holiday? Or do I leave it behind to make more room for the books I haven't started?
Decisions, decisions. Who ever knew holidays were so stressful?
And this is a semi-answer to Nik's snappily titled post-a-photo-of-a-random-bookshelf-(or book pile)-almost-meme.