In the last two days I've made two runs to the bookstores that resulted in the purchase of three books. For those unaware, I'm sort of described as a "book whore". I can't get enough books. I just love them. I'm at a crossroads though. I'm running out of shelf space and Angela isn't budging. She keeps saying, "You have to get rid of some books if you want to add more to the shelves." I keep saying, "You aren't supposed to ever get rid of a book!"
She says, "Are you ever going to read some of these again?"
I say, "I don't know, I'll tell you when I die if I did and which ones could have been thrown away or given away."