So, what do you call a bibliophile whose obsession with books borders on the unhealthy?
No, it’s not a joke. I’m really wondering. Because that’s what I think I am.
I have an office full of books. I have shelves and shelves of books at home. I have stacks of books that I have bought recently (recently, as in the last 5 years), always, of course, thinking that I would read them, that I was interested in them. It’s true — I do intend to read them; I am interested in them. But I also have a life apart from books, and my proverbial reader’s eyes are consistently bigger than my schedule’s stomach.
So, back to the shelves of books in my office. All of them I thought I would use. Some of them I use. And many of them are there taking up space. Maybe they aren’t what I thought they were. Or I have changed and my sensibilities no longer fit the particular slant of the book that is on my shelf. I’m not sure who has betrayed whom, but I have lately realized that there are many books in my office library that I have no good reason for keeping.
So, I’ve decided I’m going to purge. I haven’t exactly decided the criteria. No longer reflect my theology? Haven’t taken the book down in 5 years? 10 years? The theology is outdated? The topic is outdated?
Stay tuned. This should be interesting.