…and too little time left, I should add.
I have too many books. When friends suggest I go to the library, I ask: how would authors eat? Of course it’s not that I worry about starving writers; it was an excuse. Maybe, it’s because I write. If I ever write a book I hope people will buy it instead of taking it out of the library.
Now I have more books than I will be able to read/reread in this lifetime, even if I do read them six at a time. Sometimes that scrambles my brain and I get the plots mixed up but other times there are rewards.
For example, I’m reading Orhan Pamuk’s memoir, Istanbul and his novel The Museum of Innocence at the same time. Fiction and non-fiction merge nicely in this instance. I can see where the inspiration of the novel came from and benefit from the description of the Istanbul in his memory when he mentioned places in the novel.
Now that I’ve given up the idea of writing a book (hence the blog), I’ve also come to realise that writers want to be read as much as they need to eat. So I am giving books away, s-l-o-w-l-y.