The Wonderful and Terrible Habit of Buying Too Many Books

Depending on how you feel about books, you could call this either a habit of mine or a problem of mine. Either way, one thing it is is a pattern, something that repeats itself, that exists in its very repetition, that manifests itself on the bookshelf in my apartment and, because it's a long-lived pattern, in piles seven and eight tall on the floor of my bedroom.

If book buying addiction wasn't a real thing, articles like this and this wouldn't exist, and searching for "book clutter" on Google wouldn't turn up 20 million results. Most of the articles are about a book lover, searching for obstructed light switches and tripping over wobbly stacks, finally saying "enough" and resolving to trim the fat, the fat here being, more often than not, the library's duplicates and never-will-reads or already-read-and-didn't-really-likes.