Hello again, friends. It’s Katie, here again with another common book lover’s problem:
While I believe there is such thing as too many books, except perhaps when one is moving, I do believe that there are far too many books I have not read. One of my professors often went on a tangent about just how impossible it would be to read every published book, or even just every published novel, even if you lived a hundred years and never stopped reading. The sheer number of volumes is monstrous. So ultimately, we must pick and choose what books will visit our lives.
I have a habit of picking more books than can possibly visit my life. These stacks are a pretty good sampling of what I own and haven’t but think I should read. Yet I somehow manage to accumulate even more volumes every time I’m within sight of a used book store.
Do you have this problem?