Confession of a Book-Shopaholic

Forgive me, for I have sinned. I have always been a hoarder, and have often been called a great beginner and a lousy finisher. This, however, goes beyond the pale of even the depths that I could imagine sinking to. I have 40 books lying around the house that I paid for, but haven't read. My face - it is far too unworthy to be palmed.

Here's how it works: a book piques my interest, so I pick it up. Used to be, I bought compulsively in bookstores - these days, the Kindle and its squadron of cross-platform apps makes it easy to buy books impulsively and compulsively. Once picked up, if the book doesn't immediately grab me, or if my busy life intrudes, I tell myself I'll put them on a shelf just there. I promise to come back to them eventually. Turns out, I don't very often...

To find 40 abandoned or unread, definitely neglected books on my physical and virtual shelves was, as you can imagine, a deep shock. This then, is a public shaming (or as indirectly public as I dare make it). Let me regale you with the tale of how I got here, how I discovered my problem, and what I intend to do about it...