The photo above is not my library. It is me in the living room, surrounded by some of the books I am “reading right now.” The picture was taken some time ago. The books are different now, the stacks are different, but there are about as many.

The shelves above and behind me go to the ceiling, and for quite a way to right and left. When someone comes to the door, they ask me if I’ve read them all. I tell them, just some of them

I mean to read them all, but new books keep distracting me from the ones I haven’t finished yet. My library is nothing but shelves, more shelves run down both sides of the hall near the ceiling, there are shelves on both sides of the bedroom, and there are two shelves of books in Diane’s studio. I’ll never catch up.