I have always loved books and the art of storytelling.

My dad read to my sisters and I every night when we were kids and my mom always took us to the library and let us check out as many books as we wanted. I read every Nancy Drew book, as well as the entire Trixie Belden series, and an abundance of books about horses. As a teenager I checked out — and read — every book the library had about Walt Disney.

I learned of Goodreads last spring, which has continued to feed my love of books.

If you aren’t familiar with Goodreads, it’s essentially a social media site based entirely around the written word. Like Pinterest but only for books. A way to organize the chaos.

The site lets you create bookshelves and organize books, track what you’ve read or what you want to read.

You can also connect with friends and see what is on their bookshelves or browse lists of books. You get the idea.

This does create a slight problem, though: there’s not enough time to read all the good books. Every time I finish a book, I add at least three more. It’s basically fighting a losing battle.

See, it started off with a shelf for books about journalism – the history, the current state of things, anthologies of great works of journalism. Then came the fiction and nonfiction and Disney — yes, I have a Disney bookshelf — and all kinds of other shelves.

Oy with the poodles already.

I’m also a frequent flyer over at the library. I’ve been known to check out way more books in a month than I could ever possibly read. It’s the “my eyes are bigger than my stomach” thing, but in this case it’s that my curiosity is bigger than my available amounts of time.

Last summer Kris Hill laughed with (at?) me when I would run over to the library to pick up another stack of journalism books and come trooping back in with them. But then she made the problem worse by loaning me a book on breaking the rules of grammar, so there’s that.

Currently on my Kindle, I’m reading “The Everything Store” – yes, note the irony there. After that I have “I am Malala” waiting for me, not to mention the two books by Rich Sterns I have from the library. And I’m halfway through “Jane Eyre,” but since I own that it’s lower on the priority list.

Side note, I thought “Jane Eyre” was a nice little story, and then all of the sudden the manor was on fire and the guy was pretending to be a fortune teller and I was all, ‘what just happened?’ So yeah, I’ll have to get back to that.

Technically, according to Goodreads, I’m still reading “Reporting Vietnam” — an anthology of reporting from during the Vietnam War. I was reading it over the summer but ran out of renewals at the library and had to finally return it. Someday I’ll be able to click “completed.”

See how this snowballs?

Works by C.S. Lewis and A.W. Tozer have also made my reading list recently, as have a smattering of things that fit into the dystopian lit genre.

I highly recommend “The Book Thief” for those who haven’t read it. It’s creative and beautiful and sad. And so good. And endlessly quotable.

“The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.”

See? The book is narrated by Death — who is talking in the aforementioned quote — which at first sounds rather morbid, but it’s a fascinating perspective and was one of the things that drew me into the book.

And all of this doesn’t even begin to touch on movies and the annual rush to get caught up before the Oscars, which is really the only awards show I watch, so I figure I should at least know something about some of the nominees.

So much story, so little time. But it’s fun, and I keep trying to catch up anyway.