Reading at the beach is an art, not a sport. You need the right setup or you’ll end up wind-slapping your pages into the face of a nearby lifeguard (which, depending on the lifeguard, might not be the worst thing).
TBR is never finished. Like laundry. Or emails. Or plot twists in a Ruth Ware novel. The moment you read one book, you add three more to the pile. It’s the circle of literary life, and we bookaholics wouldn’t have it any other way.