I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! — When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I can’t say I blame her at all for this sentiment!
Truly, the first piece of furniture I bought when I moved out on my own was a bookshelf. Because I have a load of books…and these books need a home.
Books on top of books and in front of books on the shelves, with books in between.
Ahh, the love of reading.
The thing is, I can get into a rut with reading.
I remember one season in college when I read every single Vonnegut book there was. (You can’t really read just one of his books to understand what he’s saying…you kind of have to read a few.)
But after that…then what?
I’ve read every single Brontë sister book ever published (including Anne’s books), most of Austen, Shelly, Wordsworth, Frost, Dickinson, Henry James, Kate Chopin…Steve Martin…
What do you do when you’ve read the entire academic catalogue of literature?
You consult professionals to give you more books.