It’s our compulsion.
The path to a finished TBR pile is filled with good intentions.
We’ve never met a book we didn’t like…couldn’t like?
It would be rude to reject the book we just took off the shelf?
We’re nearly finished the first eight books in the series, don’t want to miss getting this next one.
They call to us.
What else are we supposed to do in the bath…in bed?
Ahhh, shush, I’m going to the bookstore.