Is there such a thing, ever, as having too many books? Reason stifles an enthusiastic NO! and I immediately think of many situations where there could indeed be too many books. These are the things that Reason uses against Enthusiasm in my head: (a.k.a. join my insanity which I fondly dub Reason)
- if they were all books about tapeworms (gag) any amount would be too many
- if I wasn't allowed to touch/look at/feel/read/talk about/experience any of them, a multitude of books would be unbearable.
- if there were no longer any places in my home available for oxygen, that might be a problem.
(hey, is Reason allowed to use what-ifs? I may have to talk some logic into Reason.)
And yes...the previous example is very much what it is like to be inside my head. It's a bit frightening.
All extremes and preposterousness aside, though, I have a very real and constant struggle with acquiring too many books. For me, if I'm bringing in more books than I'm reading (or have any hope of being able to read in the foreseeable future) that may be too many. I wish it weren't so. I wish that I could line the walls of my house with all the books on my wishlist and not feel the slightest qualm about it. I wish the unread books on my shelves weren't subject to depreciation.
It's like a vehicle. You buy it for $X and as soon as you drive it off the lot it is worth $halfX. Two years later is worth $negativeX. I buy a book with Great Intentions and as soon as I move it onto the shelf it only retains Wishful Thinking. Two years later it's being considered for the chopping block just so that I don't feel so Guilty.
For this reason, I try very hard to read the books that come into my house in a timely manner. If there are too many in any particular month, they get taken off the end table/night stand and consigned to the shelf where (like Toy Story 3) these once-prized-possessions begin their melancholy existence.
All this rambling is simply prologue to the important matter at hand, namely: New Books! (see? Enthusiasm has won out after all!) While it may occasionally be overwhelming, and while my end table is currently boasting a stack of books 2 Feet Tall, I'm still always so excited to get new books. So, here's what got added to the stack in the last couple 'o weeks:
|This WAS going to be the next book club book...|
|...until this one was chosen instead.|
|Noticed this while in Ireland...sounds fascinating!|
From Powell's Books (previously owned): Girl, Interrupted, Nick&Norah's Infinite Playlist, Ordinary Genius
|Recommended by Wallace @ Unputdownables|
|Because I loved The Lover's Dictionary (this one wasn't as good)|
|"A Guide for the Poet Within" --I seem to like writing poetry more than reading it. ???|
|Unbridled Books! I was planning on buying this anyhow [crossing fingers & hoping it's wonderful]|
|For book club: couldn't get past p.100...too dramatic and opinionated for me|
|Looking forward to this one!|
On loan from a Book Club member: The Speckled People, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, Paris to the Moon
|An Irish Memoir--sold!|
|Don't know anything about this one--pretty cover though!|
|Don't know anything about this one either--opinions?|
So there you have it. 12 new books in the last week or two, and I read 10 books in the whole month. I'm upside-down--it's a little overwhelming after all.