A while ago, inspired by Alex in Leeds’s creation of a book jar – see her page here, I made my own.
I didn’t have a large kilner jar to hand, but did, chocoholic that I am, have an empty Quality Street one. Roughly 200 slips of paper went in with titles from my TBR, and the jar sat there by the sofa waiting, and waiting. The original plan was to use it when I couldn’t decide what to read, but my daughter pre-empted that – jumping the queue of books waiting in my bedside pile, and picking my next book for me from the jar.
… and Yay, she picked one I’ve wanted to read for ages. We by Yevgeny Zamyatkin, the inspiration for Orwell’s 1984. I’m thirty pages in and loving it already.