Care to join? I've whined about this problem before, but I'm going to do it again: I'm drowning here. I keep buying books. I hardly ever part with books. The shelves are full. Help! This might not be so traumatic if actually read the books I bought; I might then be able to find some that I could give away or sell. But many of the books just land in piles (alphabetized piles, mind you, but piles nonetheless) and don't get read because tomorrow the mailcarrier will bring something else.
Today, for example. I received three books today: Wandering Star by J.M.G. Le Clezio, who won the Nobel Prize for literature this year. It looks terrific. I've only read a short story by him until now, and I'm looking forward to reading this book. Someday. I also got The Teahouse Fire by Ellis Avery. I met Ellis at VCCA this month and she read an exerpt of this book to the fellows. It seemed intriguing, and so . . . And I also got Ron Carlson Writes a Story by Ron Carlson. I hadn't bought any new craft books for a while, and someone--I know longer remember who--recommended this one.
I confess that I bought these from Amazon.com, but in the past couple of weeks I've also bought books from the two local indpendent bookstores. So while I feel guilty for buying books that it's likely to take me years to read, I don't feel guilty about where I bought them.
I'm stimulating the economy, maybe. Yeah, that's it. That's my story.