I confess: I am a book hoarder.
I have an emotional attachment to books that manifests itself by my searching out bookshops, acquiring books, carrying at least one book with me wherever I go, having a pile of books by the side of the bed, storing books on shelves all over the house. I instinctively believe in the adage “there is no such thing as too many books, only not enough shelves”.
But it can’t carry on. Continue reading “Bookweeding”