Post by account_disabled on Nov 28, 2023 23:53:04 GMT -5
Some time ago I made a quick calculation, considering an average of books that I manage to read in a year - since 2011 there have been around 43 per year - and how many I have left to read - a number which however increases every month and sometimes every week. In short, if I don't buy more books, it will take me 23 years to read them all. Obviously assuming we survive until that day. Ah, I didn't consider a few dozen ebooks. If I don't buy them right away, then they run out Books This has been my thought for some time, ever since I started reading a lot. Ancient and modern classics can always be found, because they are continually reprinted and there are several editions. But modern novels? Not those, those end sooner or later.
I don't know if it's true, but the perception I Phone Number Data have, as soon as a novel that might interest me comes out, is precisely this: that book is there now, I can see it, but in a year it will have disappeared from all the bookshops. That's not true, or at least it's not true for the vast majority of books. But anyway: I'll take it for myself, because you never know. Buying books is an antidepressant And read them too, of course. But for me too, buying books means filling a non-material void, a void made of continuous existential dissatisfaction, and so that compulsive buying of books briefly plugs wounds which then start bleeding again. The time to open the package, turn each book over in your hands, open it, smell it - yes, I am one of those who smells every object I buy - leaf through it, read a few passages to taste it, as you would taste food, update the list of books and find space on overflowing shelves.
Then everything goes back to how it was before. And then start marking new books you find online, here and there, on your Wish List before making a new purchase. The infinite circle. Looking at books is good for your health And read them too, of course. However, I have realized for some time that this unbridled accumulation aims at an almost unconscious objective: that of having an entire room used as a bookcase, with a table in the center and all around shelves full of books up to the ceiling and perhaps one of those stairs that you see them in the movies, the ones with the wheels that you move along the bookcase. So you sit at the table, which becomes a kind of study, where you sit reading and writing away from the world, which is always full of the same old chatter.
I don't know if it's true, but the perception I Phone Number Data have, as soon as a novel that might interest me comes out, is precisely this: that book is there now, I can see it, but in a year it will have disappeared from all the bookshops. That's not true, or at least it's not true for the vast majority of books. But anyway: I'll take it for myself, because you never know. Buying books is an antidepressant And read them too, of course. But for me too, buying books means filling a non-material void, a void made of continuous existential dissatisfaction, and so that compulsive buying of books briefly plugs wounds which then start bleeding again. The time to open the package, turn each book over in your hands, open it, smell it - yes, I am one of those who smells every object I buy - leaf through it, read a few passages to taste it, as you would taste food, update the list of books and find space on overflowing shelves.
Then everything goes back to how it was before. And then start marking new books you find online, here and there, on your Wish List before making a new purchase. The infinite circle. Looking at books is good for your health And read them too, of course. However, I have realized for some time that this unbridled accumulation aims at an almost unconscious objective: that of having an entire room used as a bookcase, with a table in the center and all around shelves full of books up to the ceiling and perhaps one of those stairs that you see them in the movies, the ones with the wheels that you move along the bookcase. So you sit at the table, which becomes a kind of study, where you sit reading and writing away from the world, which is always full of the same old chatter.