Earlier this spring, there was a frenzy of DIY home projects in the typical Casa Sorenson style. I repainted the kitchen, living room, and hallway. In the midst of the madness, I moved the bookshelf and replaced all of my books willy-nilly.

Ever since then, it’s been chaos. In my living room, I’ve always kept a mix of recently read books, classics that I pretend to read, books I might re-read, and books I haven’t read yet.

Only now they’re all mixed up.

I don’t recognize some of these books. My mind is scrambled from too many projects. Yard projects, home projects, writing projects. Kids running around, short-circuiting my brain. It’s a madhouse. There are dozens of books on my shelf that I don’t remember buying, books I don’t know if I’ve read or not.

I used to be able to glance at a cover in a used book store and say, “Yep. I’ve read that.” Now I stare at the covers on my own bookshelf, wondering “Where am I?”

The new books I remember. Those are shiny and clean and easy to recognize. But I also buy used books with cracked spines that throw me off. I’m a terrible skimmer, which compounds the problem. Books I’ve skimmed haven’t really been “read.” But they look like they’ve been read.

A few solutions.

1. Buy more books! This never works, but I keep doing it.

2. Skim more books! See above.

3. Toss the iffy ones out. (Nooooo!!!!)

4. Break down and buy an ereader.

That last option is looking nice. But it might make things worse, instead of better. I read KristieJ’s blog and I know what the future holds. Book buying bonanzas!

Have you ever scrambled your TBR? Do you know what books are on your shelves?