15 July 2014
English Major Problems
This four-stack-deep tower o' leaning books is just the bittiest fraction in the ongoing ever aggrandizing, lit-hoarding saga that is my life. Which rears, and again rears, its ugly head when the reshelving bug bites. Always late at night. At what point are books -- or stacks of them -- a safety hazard? We are so far past that point. We have learned to step around them. When one must turn to her partner and say, "It's well into the hundreds, for sure...but how many hundreds do you think?" -- it's perhaps near exceeding mass limitations. Ask my elevator when we move next spring.
But, no bother! One cannot have too many. Methinks it mad to limit such joy.
For now: file this under English Major Problems, and I'll be back soon with an official book number count. Deal?
P.s. What are you reading now? I'm reading this.