I have too many books.
It’s a reality that I’ve tried my best to avoid. It’s not that there are too many books, there’s just too little shelf space, I said. Can you even have too many books. However I think even I have to admit that I’ve reached saturation point. Looking around me, there are books everywhere. Each bookcase is double-stuffed with books piled on top. Every flat surface has been converted into book storage. My bedside cabinet has been completely submerged. I’m beginning to worry for the structural integrity of the floorboards. I have three editions of Dubliners and i’ve read at most three pages of the thing, for god’s sake. Something must be done.