As the writing of it fades, the reading burns ever brighter and I’m inspired by Murakami’s work to read some more of his, and positively antsy to move on to Bulgokov’s The Master and Margarita. Then too, a friend’s glowing thoughts on Zafon’s The Shadow of the Wind keeps it on the top shelf in my mind.
One thing leads to another to another and I sneak into my Amazon account to add more to my wish list. Musn’t let it get overloaded; must order soon, soon.
But there are over 200 books on my to-read shelves waiting to be opened. Selection is like looking into a jeweler’s case of sparkling gems. The learning books as well–Augustine, Ovid, Descartes and the rest–all easily within my reach along their bottom shelf.
I need to live to be a hundred. Longer if I fall victim to the "Order" click of mouse.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I suggest you steer clear of ebay.
Of course, the good thing about so many choices at fingertips is the ability to follow whim, randomness, seek serendipity which hardly ever fails to reveal mysterious connection.