Oh that wonderful feeling when you walk into a bookstore, dead tree or electronic, and find an embarrassment of riches. This book is great and that one is great, and you have to have this one, oh and that one must come home with you. You take your precious loot home and then you read about 30% of it. The rest are there, waiting, like magical doors to other dimensions, full of possibility and adventure.
Nobody understands. People call you ugly names like “book hoarder.” Family members ask ridiculous questions like, “Do you need that many books?” and “Where are you going to put those? Everything is full.” Sometimes they even dare to impose conditions on your love of books. “For every book that comes in, one must come out. No more shelves. No, you can’t have the third Kindle just for the bathroom.”
The next time your good name is besmirched, hold you head high, lift your stack of books in the air, and tell them that you are practicing the ancient art of tsundoku. Not only it enriches everyone’s lives but it also has health benefits.
And if they give you any more trouble, just point them to this article on Big Think.
book hoarding life enrichment!