Well, okay. It wasn't really rage-filled. But I did get tired of the fact that my TBR was overwhelming. I mean, there were 129 books on that list. I decided to take a good, hard look at what was sitting there, making me feel guilty.
I went through each item and thought about if I still wanted to read it. Not if I might possibly want to read it at some nebulously delineated future date, but if I still want to read it right now. A lot of the books I took off my list are on my bookshelf. On my TBR bookshelf, even. They've just been sitting there, some of them for as long as 5 years. And you know what? Some of them, I'm just no longer interested in.
It took me a long time to give myself permission to change my mind about books I had paid money for. Or were given to me by friends I care about. But I feel a lot better for having taken those books off my list.
There are still 88 books on my list, but I am way more excited about this list as a whole than I was two days ago.