OK, I got no reading done today, because Half-Price Books is having a 20% off sale. I guess there are more shameful addictions than buying more books when you already have stacks three feet high forming castellated battlements on every available horizontal surface of my rapidly shrinking monkish cell. But when you stumble over a book that seems to have been put there by the Gods themselves for you and you alone to find . . . well, you get the point.
And so, Professor Herbert J. Muller's Freedom in the Western World ($4) and Swami Prabhavananda's The Spiritual Heritage of India ($1.60) and The Chymical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreuz ($5.60) and Chretien de Troyes' Arthurian Romances ($3.20) and The Evolution of Medieval Thought (eighty cents) and Eight Elizabethan Plays (a buck) and Thomas Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge (forty cents) will all take their places in the line-up, waiting their turn, until someday, when I find that I have read nothing in their field for some time, I reach for them, pour myself a glass of shiraz, and turn the first page.
362 days, 50 novels, 49 books of non-fiction to go.
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I think you can never have too many books. I keep cramming them into our study and so far my husband has tolerated it pretty well. But my old Britannica set is taking up way to much of its fair share of my shelving space. :-( I have a few stacks of books sitting around waiting for a home as well. :-)
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