Currently working through a stack of books I keep meaning to finish. Progress is progress, even when it's slow.
Two nonfiction books, one novel I started last year and put down for no particular reason, and a third nonfiction book that was a gift and now sits there politely reminding me it exists every time I walk past the shelf.
The novel is the one I'll probably finish first, mostly out of guilt. The gifted book might take another year. No shame in that — it'll still be there.