I confess. I don't keep much of a library. Once I've read something, even something I love, I give it away. Housing Works Bookstore, a friend, a client, the lobby of my building; all have gotten my castoffs recently.
People are stunned when I tell them I don't have books. My reader friends are horrified. "But, but," they sputter "you LOVE books, you love to read!" Yes, I do. But I live in a small space, work in a smaller one, and I HATE clutter. I hate it more than I love books I guess.
What brought this to mind was John Perreault's Art Diary . Normally I read him for a blog's eye view of art but this time he's talking about artist's libraries.
I live with an artist. He doesn't keep books either.
Does this make us deeply suspect? (this is a rhetorical question, no snarky replies are needed!).
Actually I think it makes us either minimalists or Zen Buddhists. Detachment as a form of inner bliss.
How many books do you have?