Books to the ceiling,/ Books to the sky,/ My pile of books is a mile high./ How I love them! How I need them!/ I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.
If I grew facial hair. I’ve started listening to NPR books, which only increases my desires. I mean, a Dave Eggers collaboration with a Darfur refugee to write a fictionalized account of his life? A philsophical history of happiness? A travelogue of some guy who walked across Afghanistan in 2002? Alice Munro has a new collection! Whatever shall I do?