Towering Books

We had to move four of our 14 bookshelves ten inches west.  I had cleared but two of them and stepped back when I felt a wave of—despair? gluttony? overwhelm? joy?  Yes, I knew I had been triple stacking my books.  Yes, I knew that there were plenty of them, that every month or so I am compelled to donate a dozen or more to my local library, and still I navigate book spill.



Still, seeing a mere fraction of my total books out there, like this, on the floor produced in me a desire to go get some air.  I opened the front door.  I looked down at the stoop.  There sat a box of ten brand new books, all sweetly wrapped and virgin.



Call me what you will, but at least there's this:  I put my money where my mouth is, when it comes to books.  I buy because I love these things, and because buying helps keep my industry alive.