The strangest thing happened to us the other day. Well, in retrospect, it wasn't strange at all, and you undoubtedly won't find it strange. But it shocked the heck out of us. We all went shopping for bookshelves. We have a lot of books in the house, lots and lots of books, an impossible-to-keep-up-with tidal wave of books. It's a wonderful thing. I love books. And yet ... I'm not sure exactly why our book collection keeps growing. I must admit to the crime of doing most of my reading now on a Kindle or an iPad; this is just the way my life has gone. I travel too much to carry around books. I need too many books too quickly to keep going back and back and back to my little library.

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