TBR is one of those terms you see everywhere. It stands for 'To Be Read,' and it's basically a list of books you plan to read but haven't gotten to yet. Mine is a towering stack that never seems to shrink, no matter how many books I finish. Some people organize their TBR meticulously—by genre, release date, or mood—while others, like me, just add to it chaotically.
What's fascinating is how TBR lists evolve. A book might sit there for years until the perfect moment strikes, or it could jump to the top because of a friend's passionate recommendation. I love seeing how others curate their TBRs; it’s like peeking into their literary souls. My current TBR includes 'The House in the Cerulean Sea' for when I need warmth and 'Bunny' by Mona Awad for when I crave something bizarre. It’s a mix of comfort and adventure, always growing but never boring.