My nightstand just might be the most cluttered piece of furniture on the planet and I say this with absolute confidence. On this surface space that measures a measly 12″ by 10,” I manage to cram a lot of necessary items on it.
I have a lamp, hand lotion, a bunch of letters from people I love that make me happy, my glasses and their case (but somehow never the glasses in the case), a water bottle (because dehydration is important even at night), a Mother’s Day present from my son of a small vase stuffed with fake flowers, a package of tissue for nose emergencies, a small flashlight, a picture my youngest child drew, loose buttons from countless sweaters, a few paperclips, a safety pin, and anywhere from 2 to 7 books.
My bedroom will never be on the HGTV channel as an example of what to do with your nightstand. I’m pretty sure I can live with that.
Books are a nightstand essential, in my opinion. I have three categories of books next to my bed: books I know I should read but can’t seem to muster up the energy to do so (these are on the bottom of the stack), books I have started but can’t seem to finish for some reason or another (these go in the middle), and books I simply can’t put down and they’re only left on my nightstand because I sadly can’t devote my entire life to reading (obviously, these are on the top.)
For example, right at this moment on my nightstand at the bottom of the pile is a history of the Relief Society (which is the women’s organization of my church.) I want to read it, I know I should read it, and yet…. I don’t. Shame. So much shame.
In the middle of the pile is a library book called The Winter Witch, by Paula Brackston. This book is utterly romantic. Set in historic Wales (seriously Welsh language= uber romance), it is filled with sexual tension, fascinating characters, and witchcraft. What is not to love with a combination like that? I devoured the first half of this novel. But now it languishes in nightstand limbo because I can tell a sad part of the book is coming and I’m just not emotionally equipped to deal with that right now. But make no mistake, once I bolster enough courage I’m going to finish the rest of it. Until then, I keep renewing it from the library.
Another book in nightstand limbo is The Beautiful Mystery, by Louise Penny. It is the eighth book in the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache detective series, which I love, love, love with all my heart. But I just know I’m going to want to read the ninth book immediately afterwards and I’m still 38 on the waiting list for it at the library. So until the sequel is closer to being in my grasp, I’m not even going to start it. My will is iron. I shall not falter in my determination. I’m almost positive.
Who am I kidding? I have no iron will when it comes to reading. The Beautiful Mystery is probably going to reach the I-can’t-put-it-down top tier of the nightstand any day now.
At this moment, the top of the book pile is taken by Gail Carriger’s second installment of her Finishing School series. Yes, Curtsies & Conspiracies is a Young Adult book. Yes, it is also a steampunk novel. Both of which should make you run out and get this book from your local library ASAP. (A brief review of the first book in the series can be found here.)
That’s how I organize my nightstand books, Gentle Reader. What system do you use?