Hoarding knowledge (and books)

I was reading this article in O Magazine’s March issue, and was dismayed to recognize myself. Yes, dear reader, it appears I am a book hoarder. In Walsh’s terms, that makes me a knowledge hoarder.

If I had an e-reader, it wouldn’t be as obvious that I have an overflowing bookshelves problem, I suppose. I could still collect books, just in a teeny tiny format. But they wouldn’t add to the R-value of my walls. Books work as insulation, don’t they?

But they do take up a lot of room in my suitcase, as I am recently back from vacation. While I was away, I read Elizabeth George’s latest Lynley and Havers novel (Believing the Lie). Her novel could be used as an actual door stopper, not that I would ever ill-use a book so. I think I have seen the light—the actual lightening up—of bringing along an e-reader when traveling.

Also, carry-ons have shrunk, which makes me think I should shrink my traveling books.