My resolve, such as it is, has now been attacked on a new front:
review copies. I picked up my mail yesterday to find
three new physical books, two of which almost certainly wouldn't have come to my attention otherwise. (The third is an ARC of a new novella by someone I've previously read and enjoyed.)
On the one hand, they're free non-indie books. On the other, the "for review" aspect pushes them to the front of the queue (right when I'd lined up several other books that I've been meaning to get to for a few years) and means more work afterward. And on the gripping hand, being physical, they take up space when I'm finished and are more awkward to bring along when going to the store.
Perhaps I shall begin on the morrow, with the Morrow.
