I watched a lot of SpongeBob as a kid. After several years of marveling at that little sponge's floor-to-ceiling library, when I finally got a place of my own I immediately turned my bedroom into a library. I'm still working on the giant metal slide, but two bookshelves adorn my walls, threatening to one day squish me in an earthquake. It's the only death I'll accept. One shelf is seven feet tall and four feet wide, and the other is seven feet tall and six feet wide. They're mostly filled with Japanese manga, Korean comics, and light novels – not because I'm a big ol' weeb who's afraid of Western books, but because almost all of my Western books are digital since 95% of physical Western books have covers only a mother could love, and they don't have mothers so they're just eternally hideous.
A good chunk of the – oh, let's see – 1,200 books on my shelves haven't been read yet, but my Library Completion Percentage increases almost every night. I've come to enjoy having a well of variety at arm's reach, comfortable re-reads flanked by tantalizing new adventures. Spending years literally surrounded by a backlog – my bedroom is also the office where I'm writing this right now, my shelves watching me like Easter Island heads – is also what finally cured me of gaming backlog anxiety, most especially Steam anxiety.
