Anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. ~David Quammen
There are more books on my “To Read” shelf in Goodreads than I can possibly read in this life even if I dedicated every waking hour to reading. I would barely dent the list in two lifetimes. For every book finished, a few more are discovered swelling the list at an exponential rate. At one step forward and three steps backward the summit will never be reached.
There are another sixteen purchased virgins on my bookshelf, the top shop at eye level to catch my attention with every pass by. Three more are scheduled to arrive this Wednesday and a dozen more are lingering in my wish list. Each was my top love, my next lover when I plunked down the cash in the Amazon cart, each the one I would next ravage yet each flower remains intact looking lonely.
One unloved lover has been sitting on the shelf for almost two years. It is “The Book of Joy” by HH Dalai Lama & Archbishop Desmond Tutu. I find myself wondering, am I not reading it because I fear being joyful or am I afraid the anticipated climax will be less than satisfying leaving me feeling empty?