When it comes to books, I feel like a drug addict. I'm reading a book, but it's not enough. I need to read two books, of different genres. Then I add a third. I can handle it. Why not add a fourth? And when I get to ten books, well that's when I can no longer maintain.
- The Theory of Moral Sentiments, by Adam Smith
- Working Toward Zion, by James W. Lucas and Warner P. Woodworth
- Knowledge and Coordination, by Daniel B. Klein
- The Theory of the Leisure Class, by Thorstein Veblen
- The Eleven Comedies, Vol. 1, by Aristophanes
- The Mindfulness Solution, by Ronald D. Siegel
- An Incomplete Revenge, by Jacqueline Winspear
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, by J.K. Rowling
- The Road to Wigan Pier, by George Orwell
- Babbitt, by Sinclair Lewis
I hearby swear that I will not start another book until I'm finished with all 10 of--actually, when I finish five of them, I will allow myself to start The Gold Bat by P.G. Wodehouse, but then I'm not starting another book until I'm finished with all 11 of them. (Possible exception: once I'm done with the Rowling book and the Orwell book, I will probably start reading Catch Your Death by Lauren Child to our kids, but that's just because it seems mean to make them wait until I'm done with TMS.)
I can handle six or seven. Ten is too many.