I’ve always had this bad habit of buying books (real ones — paper and all), reading a bit of them, putting them on a bookshelf, then feeling bad about them (i.e. that I haven’t finished them), then eventually donating them to the Salvation Army or Goodwill.
Kind of an expensive habit, given the existence of public libraries, the Kindle, etc.
No More! I’m going to cull the books I have, and read ones that either:
- I’ve told people I’ve read, or
- I want to read
Why? The lonely bindings starting at me might be a reason. Or maybe there is something to learn. Or maybe helping neuro-plasticity. Whatever. Here it goes.