By the book

The other day I stood before my bookcase and sighed. I had nothing to read.

This was a ludicrous thought considering there are so many on the shelves that I've neglected, some for years.

I love books, they comfort me, I've always loved them. I hope one day to read every one I own, including the ones I've humphed around all my student flats, that were on my shelf as a teenager before I got too busy with my english degree to read for pleasure...

That was years ago now and they still accumulate. I can't throw them away ore even give them away...they're part of me.