The year is winding down, and I've been thinking a lot lately about my spending. Unsurprisingly, with the pandemic that shall not be named, I haven't exactly been what one might call "frugal". Boredom and depressing doldrums of life being stuck indoors away from other people haven't made it easy to say no to whatever cute thing Instagram serves up while I doom-scroll the internet for the bajillionth time. I typically never feel truly bad about buying new books, though I've come to a point where I've realized that the sheer number of books I have on hand would take me years to finish. And hey perhaps it's worth stopping for a second and taking a closer look at those before I dive into yet another Kindle deal. Plus, for me a physical paperback is worlds more enjoyable to read than a screen. I also feel like I may be missing out on a few big hits from a couple years back from a cultural standpoint. As someone inclined to the FOMO in general, I should ...