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My Desastrous TBR Part 2: Nonfiction

THE READING LIFE · 3 MIN READ · August 15, 2026

To watch the corresponding video on YouTube, please, click on the link below:

My TBR Part 2: Nonfiction: https://youtu.be/F1d12XxQ8ww

After the disastrous pile last week, I went to the arts-and-crafts stores, bought a set of blocks and some stickers, and created a reminder that will stand on my shelves. I also tasked my daughter with preventing me from buying books, a job she takes joy in. But this won’t be sufficient. Last week, I went and bought 3 more books, which must add to the total number of books. So I will write down some ideas below, after listing my non-fiction books.

In this blog, I continue exploring my disastrous TBR shelf, but this time focusing entirely on non-fiction books. Like many readers, I keep discovering fascinating books faster than I can read them. Over time, this has created a growing To-Be-Read pile filled with subjects that reflect my curiosity and interests—from literature and theology to science, history, and even tea. In this video, I walk through the non-fiction books currently waiting on my shelves, talk about why I bought them, and which ones I hope to read soon. If you enjoy BookTube, reading life videos, and personal library tours, you might discover some new titles to add to your own TBR.

Biographies:

Liszt
Mozart
Beethoven
Bach and God
Bach, the learned musician
Music in the castle of heaven
Agatha Christie
CS Lewis
JRR Tolkien
Leonardo da Vinci
Leonardo’s notebooks
Churchill
Churchill
Ernest Hemingway
Papa Hemingway
Van Gogh
Marie-Antoinette
Marie-Antoinette’s diary/letters
Duty and destiny
Napoléon
Paul

Letters

Liszt and Wagner
Liszt et d’Agoult
JRR Tolkien’s
Mémorial de Sainte-Hélène
Letters of Mozart and his family

Jane Austen

A life
JA’s notebooks
JA’s letters
JA’s bookshelf
The real Jane Austen
JA’s wardrobe
The worlds of JA

Entertainment:

The Star Wars Archives
A start wars bestiary
Film scoring
Treatise of Harmony by Rameau
First nights at the opera

Art:

Monet
Impressionism
Paul Cézanne
Leonardo
Impressionism
In Montmartre
The Creative Act
Louvre
Waterliles
The Louvre, all the paintings

Tea:

Tea
The art and craft of tea
A history of tea

Flowers and gardening

Lavender
The lavender companion
Vintage roses
Vegetables, herbs, and fruits
The way of the wild flower
Country commonplace book
1519 gardening secrets
Grow food for free
Tulips

History

Ancient cities
President’s club
Assyria
Persians
Templars
Jerusalem
When the king took flight
Jerusalem
Under the black flag
The manuscripts club

Science

The night sky of North America

Literary Criticism

Orientalism

Productivity

So good they can’t ignore you
Deep work

Theology

Gold’s crime scene
Dieu, la science, les preuves
World changers
Rediscovering Israel
The case for faith
The case for a creator
Seeing the supernatural
The atonement
Paul and Nero
The attributes of God, vol 2
The life of Paul
Rose’s Guide to the epistles
Rose’s Guide to the Book of acts
Bible facts
Biblical geography
Rose Guide to the temple

Nature:

Dans la peau d’un arbre
H is for Hawk
Leave only footprints
A walk in the park
The backyard bird chronicles
Wolves
Aux sources du Nil
L’émeraude des Garamantes
Northland
The road to little Dribblings

We come to a total of 189 books combining fiction and non-fiction. About 10% of the books I have in my collection. Maybe it’s not that bad… Are TBR proportional to the size of a library?

My Desastrous TBR- Fiction

THE READING LIFE · 4 MIN READ · August 15, 2026

To watch the corresponding videos on YouTube, please click on the links below:

Part 1: Fiction: https://youtu.be/5FES66bhrNU

In this blog post, I examine one of the most dangerous places in any reader’s life: the TBR shelf (also known as the TBR pile). Like many book lovers, I keep acquiring wonderful books faster than I can read them. Over time, this has created what I can only describe as a disastrous TBR — a growing collection of books patiently waiting on my shelves to share their knowledge. One of my odd habits is that I don’t like to have unread books on my shelves. It does not bother me when it comes to other people’s libraries, but it bogues me here in my house.

Why do I have a TBR in the first place? Why not buy as I finish them? Do you experience the same thing? I used to not be like that. 5 years ago, my TBR counted 17 books. Today, as I wrap up the count, I have 86 novels and works of fiction so far. So, I hope writing this blog and filming the corresponding video will cause a wake-up call in me as to not purchase books anymore but read from my shelves.

Why don’t I read them? How did I get to such a big TBR pile? I see many reasons:

I keep buying books-my fault
People keep offering me books- partly my fault, especially if they were on my Christmas list.
I don’t have as much time to read.
I have a bad perception of time
I am older and read more slowly
I want to take note, and it slows my reading.
I spend my evenings watching videos on YouTube of people talking about books, and it makes me want to buy their recommendations (i.e. Brandon Sanderson)
I have too mony projects going on at the same time and I get overwhelmed.

I am currently reading 10 books: 2 for work, 2 as research basis for the next book I plan to write this year (the outline is done, yay!), one is a devotional about classical music, one is on World War II history, and 1 by Esope, 1 audiobook. Plus, The New Testament in Its World and Unlocking the Bible (however, I do not read these books cover to cover, I read the chapters related to what I am currently reading/studying in the Bible. I keep a photocopy of the table of Contents and highlight things as I go)

As I went through the fiction books from my TBR, it includes:

Classics:

War and Peace, vol 1 and 2
Jane Eyre
The Empress of Ireland
Crime and Punishment
Le chercheur d’or
The Scarlet letter
A tale of two cities
Arabella
Middlemarch
Great expectations
A little princess
Robin Hood
The wind in the willows
The Wizard of Oz
Le morte d’Arthur
The odyssey
Anderson’s fairy tales
Grimm’s fairy tales
Just so stories
Greek myths
Beowulf
La planète des singes
The pilgrim’s progress

Literary fiction:

Du sang au paradis
Les 5 royaumes
Mythology
The little pilgrim’s progress
Shakespeare and Marlowe
Warriors 1
North or be eaten
Adventures in the wild
The poisoned king
Wings of fire vol 1
The adventures of Sophie Mouse
12 books of How to train your dragon
Just find me
L’année des hyènes
Before we say goodbye
Before we forget kindness
Chloe’s trip to the future
The science of Discworld
Nestor Burma: 11 novels in one book…
Diary of a provincial lady
The return of the shadow
The treson of Isengard
The war of the ring
Sauron defeated

Authors whose works I return to year after year:

Guillaume Musso:

Angélique
Un appartement à Paris
L’inconnue de la Seine
La jeune fille et la nuit
La vie est un roman

Marc Levy:

The bookstore of the forbidden books
Noa
Le crépuscule des fauves
It happened one night
La symphonie des monstres

Christian Jacq:

Sinouhé l’Egyptien

Patrick Modiano:

None right now

Ernest Hemingway:

For whom the bell tolls

Amélie Nothomb:

None right now

Paulo Coelho

None right now

Some of these books have been sitting on my shelves for a long time, while others are more recent additions.

In a nutshell, that’s too much. I should not have more than 2 books on my coffee table at once (not including the audiobook and the 2 I have only partially read), especially if I want to take notes and write an entry in my reading journal.

Do you have a TBR pile that keeps growing? Why could be the causes of this growing TBR pile? Or maybe you are a collector. What fiction book has been sitting on your shelf the longest?

My Cookbook Collection: Are Cookbooks Books or Tools?

THE READING LIFE · 4 MIN READ · August 15, 2026

I never really thought of cookbooks as books. That might sound odd; after all, they are bound, printed, and shelved like any other book. But I’ve always seen them more as tools than as traditional reading material. After all, I don’t read them cover to cover like I do for the other books on my shelves.

Yet this morning, as I stood in front of my shelves, I realized something: they absolutely belong in my collection.

Even if I write in them, cook from them, highlight family favorites, and add notes in the margins — things I would never dream of doing in my other books — they are still, without a doubt, books.

So what can I say about my cookbook collection?

Like the rest of my library, it is organized by theme, geography, and in space.

The Top Shelf

On the top shelf, desserts occupy one side, and two cholesterol-diet books stand on the other — you know, to keep things balanced. In the middle sits a Christmas cactus (which, for mysterious reasons, has never bloomed).

There are books devoted entirely to cookies and macarons, two juicing and smoothie guides, and Paula Deen’s children’s cookbook — signed by the author… and by its original owner (when she was three).

The Second Shelf

The second shelf features my Pioneer Woman collection. I own four of her books. I must confess: I have never cooked from them. They are beautiful, though. I really should try.

One of them — the blue holiday edition — covers nearly every American holiday imaginable.

Next to them sit two French cookbooks. One is Je sais cuisiner by Ginette Mathiot, a classic that has graced bookstore shelves since the 1970s. My mother learned to cook from that book when she first got married. I brought my copy with me — but I rarely used it here, since all the measurements are in metric: centiliters and degrees Celsius. Last Christmas, however, I was fortunate enough to find an American edition published by Phaidon. I bought it immediately and plan to use it this year.

Following those are my thematic cookbooks: three Downton Abbey volumes and four Disney-inspired books (Star Wars: The Life Day Cookbook, Lilo & Stitch, and The Disney Parks Official Cookbook).

Then come the appliance-focused books: slow cooker, pressure cooker, sous vide, and air fryer, which I use all the time. Some will say, this is not ‘real’ cooking. Considering I had no clue how to cook when I got married (how did I survive until then? I know not), they are for me because they taught me to put good, tasty food on the table.

I will add that the simple fact that my daughter told me two days ago, “I love your cooking,” is big. She is eight and eats curry, corned beef, stews, rice and gravy. I owe it all to these books. They are part of what makes our family. They bring us together around the table to share a meal.

The Bottom Shelf

The last shelf is more eclectic.

Here you’ll find Cajun staples like Talk About Good I and II — essential references published by the local Junior League. There are several more French cookbooks (perhaps I should group them together?), including the famous Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

There’s an Asian cuisine book — I discovered Korean food last year at my piano teacher’s house and fell in love with it — a Jewish cookbook with a tasty onion brisket recipe, a Christmas cookbook I rarely use, and One Pot Dinners, where I found the best lemon chicken drumstick recipe.

A couple of binders sit there as well — practical, unglamorous, but necessary.

So, what should I conclude?

Do I treat my cookbooks the same way I treat the other books in this house?

It seems that I do.

After all, cookbooks tell stories, too. Family stories. They carry memories of mothers teaching daughters, of holidays around a table, of new cuisines discovered unexpectedly. Perhaps that is why they belong on my shelves after all.

They are organized, carefully selected, and neatly arranged. They reflect what I value, what I want to learn, and what I enjoy.

The only difference? I write in some of them. (Never the hardcovers.)

And you?

Where do you keep your cookbooks?
Do you think of them as a collection, a series, or simply tools?
What do you like to cook, and how do you choose your books?

Tell me in the comments, and I’ll see you soon for more book talks.

Where We Read

THE READING LIFE · 4 MIN READ · August 15, 2026

Do you pull out a book every time you find yourself waiting in line, or do you prefer to wait until you’re back home to read? The question of where we read is interesting. It raises the idea of how we conceive the act of reading: is it just a way to spend time or to find ourselves all over again and regroup after a long day? Are the places where we read an expression of our identity as a reader? Do they illustrate what kind of readers we are? Reading requires specific settings and absolute concentration.

We cannot read while driving or walking. That would be dangerous. Reading is a selfish activity because it requires very few to no distractions. It’s a work of the spirit and the imagination, two sides of the mind. I see two kinds of reading settings:

The Everywhere Reader:

The Everywhere reader will read, well… everywhere” on a train, a plane, a car, in bed, by the pool, over lunch, at the gym. For the Everywhere reader, books are part of everyday activities and a way to occupy idle time. The Everywhere reader usually carries a book in a bag and rarely leaves the house without some reading material handy.

The Geographically Specialized Reader

The specialized reader has a spot to read in the house—a comfortable chair in a corner with special lighting, and a sofa. For the specialized reader, reading is an isolation activity. “I am going to my nook, don’t disturb me for the next hour or so”. When the Specialized reader is sitting in that chair, everyone knows that there is an invisible but very present “Do not disturb” sign hanging over. The specialized reader also set a time along with a spot, carefully selected and preserved for that use.

The Librocubicularist

from the Latin liber (book) and cubiculum (bedroom). This is a specialized reader who loves to read in bed. The librocubicularist usually has a pile of bedside table books piling up within arm’s reach from the bed. Reading is a relaxation activity that creates a calming environment conducive to a good night’s sleep. According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the term was created by Christopher Morley, American author of The Haunted Bookshop, published in 1919.

The Transportation Reader, aka Book-bosomed Reader

We see them sitting at airports when everyone else is rushing between planes or busy shopping at the Duty Free shops. The transportation reader uses idle time to isolate themselves from the business and the stress of transportation. The book-bosomed reader always has a book handy in the purse and does not leave the house without some reading material.

I am an Everywhere reader. On Saturday mornings, when we go to the gym, I bring a book because I know I will read a few pages while riding a bike. Although there are TVs everywhere around, I prefer the silent company of a book to that of the depressing news or mindless TV shows. I love to read at coffee shops too. I find the energy dispensed by the surrounding activities invigorating: the conversations, the music. Most of the time, noise does not bother me. I am out of the house, away from chores, and the signal that the drying is done. On a long car ride: traveling to New Orleans or Destin. FL? That’s at least three hours sitting in one spot, I can use for good. There is no writing possible in the car, and I don’t get car sick. I also have a reading chair in my office that I carefully selected.

And you? What type of reader are you? Do you find yourselves packing more books than reason calls just in case? Or do you keep them neatly stacked on your bedside table?

I Have a Book Problem

THE READING LIFE · 4 MIN READ · August 15, 2026

Yes, I have a book problem. Actually, I have two problems. It would not be so bad if they were not conflicting with each other like two dogs in a bag trying to escape! People who know me will tell you that I have a slightly quirky approach to books. My biggest concern is probably that I don’t like having books on my shelves that I haven’t read. It does not bother me when it comes to other people’s bookshelves. But it bugs me when I look at my library. A lot. Maybe that’s why I keep my unread book in a separate TBR pile on the floor in my office. I am not referring to dictionaries, encyclopedias, and other similar books, nor collectible books or ancient editions. I am referring to the regular fiction and non-fiction books I purchase at the bookstore.

Talking about buying books raises the second issue. I enjoy purchasing books that interest me and that I hope to read soon. That’s fine with me; I’m not going into debt for it. However, this “hobby” has left me with about 192 unread books that are bugging me! I made the list last year and, as I was adding title after title to it, I began to wonder: “How did that happen?”, “How did I fall into such book oblivion?” I am not usually an impulsive buyer, except when it comes to books. So, in 2025, I decided it was time to act on this problem, and I made a few decisions to at least partially resolve the dilemma: First, I reduced the number of trips to the bookstore. I used to go every Friday, before picking up my daughter at the bus, it was a way to unwind and unplug.

Second, I hired a conscience. My daughter has been telling me for a while now that I have too many unread books. She is right. So, every time I go to the bookstore, I task her to remind me of my large TBR piles in my office. Needless to say, she loves doing that and accomplishes her duty diligently!

Third, I set a number. There is no way I will remain without buying books until I have read everything, so I set the number 13 as my limit (because, at the time of this decision, I thought I had 133 books on my TBR. I later found out that the reality was different). I will buy a book every time I read 13 books from my TBR. I also enlisted my daughter to check on it regularly. With over 150 unread books, there’s no way I’ll read them all this year. Let’s face it, honestly. I don’t have the time, nor would I even want to do that. It would completely kill the joy of reading to turn it into a chore and an obligation. No way! Another number is 5. I will try to read five books a month, and possibly a sixth as a reread of a favorite book.

Fourth, I will shop from my TBR pile. Between nature writing, Young Adult, travel writings, history, biographies, letters, detective novels, and historical novels, I have a lot to choose from.

Fifth, should I set a reading calendar? I tried but failed. It changes the nature of reading to make it a task. So, no.

Sixth, I could read by themes: I have many books on Impressionist painting, creativity, and Marie-Antoinette. I could have a few weeks each year when I read everything I own on a particular topic.

And you? Do you have any quirks related to books or reading? How do you resolve them?

My Earliest Memory About Books

THE READING LIFE · 3 MIN READ · May 8, 2025

I don’t have many memories of my early life. I was so focused on living the day that the first eight years are like a blur, like for most children.

However, there are a few not-so-blurry moments that jump back up clearly. Not surprisingly, some of them are related to books and reading.

The oldest memory that is still very clear is from kindergarten. On the last day of classes before Christmas Break, each student in my class received a book from the city as a present. There were a variety of books, from cowboys to tales, and multiple copies of each. I quickly spotted an illustrated edition of “Contes” (Tales)by Charles Perrault with weird illustrations. That’s the one I elected.

Our teacher decided to distribute the books in alphabetical order. Although I was early on the list, my book of choice quickly became down to only one copy when we reached the name just before mine. That student was absent, so another boy was tasked with choosing a book for him. Guess what! He picked the last copy of the tales!

To my dismay, the last copy of the book I wanted left the pile of possibilities.

Then came my turn.

When the teacher asked me which book I wanted, I said: “I wanted that one!” I can only imagine the look on my face. It was probably so pitiful! The teacher pondered the situation for a moment, then asked the boy who had selected the tales if it was okay to give it to me and to choose another book for the absent classmate. He replied that it was fine.

That day, I walked away from the École Octobre with a big, hardcover book of Tales by Charles Perrault, a smile on my face.

Today, the Tales by Charles Perrault proudly stand in my Special Book Library, alongside my Easton Press classics, and the Harper Muse editions of Peter Pan and Frankenstein. This book, which was gifted in the Parisian suburbs on a December afternoon in 1985, travelled through the Atlantic in my luggage. It is now 40 years old, and my memories are still vibrant when I look at it. This book, more than just a collection of stories, it is the symbol of my love for reading, and the illustration of the emotional connections existing between books and their readers.

How about you? What is your earliest book-related memory? Do you have memories attached to certain special books, or do you have books that are connected to particular events of your life? Last, do you keep these special books in specific places, or did you lose them over the years? I’d love to hear your stories, so feel free to share them in the comments below.