TBR Amnesty
This Monday morning, my mind is on still feeling a bit rough after getting sick this Christmas. And on questioning the decision to live in a city that becomes a tourist hotspot (read orgy of pathogens) every holiday. And, on a brighter note, my mind is on the completion of my 2025 to be read pile. At least, I sort of completed it...
But there’s always a but, and the more I think about it, the more I’m sure some titles have slipped through the cracks along the way. Those cracks may be my spotty memory, where I brashly declared I’d be reading this or that book then never got around to it, and they may be that I realised the book just wasn’t my cup of tea and quietly put it down. (And yes, I’m one of those who reads and reviews only what I enjoy—I’ll leave the criticism to others.)
Either way, I can’t very well unring a bell, but I can put my hands up and apologise to any indie/self-pub writers I misled or disappointed this year. Not my intention, but next year I’ll be more circumspect in choosing and announcing reads, just to make sure I don’t leave anyone hanging.
So there it is, my 2025 TBR amnesty. I’ll be heading into 2026 with a clean slate—not counting alpha/beta/ARC reads or titles I’ve earmarked on Goodreads—and a resolution of sorts.
Until next week, and next year, happy writing to you all.

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