Sometimes, I am rich with books.
I may have two or three books I have bought or been given or lent on hand waiting - good books - and an equal number out from the library that are engaging. I feel so wealthy in those times.
Other times are like this summer, though, when I feel poor of books (ridiculous, you might say, if ever you have been to my house).
Then, I find only a smattering of sort-of interesting books that I have not read in a whole season - when long explorations through the library shelves produce nothing that really grabs me, when all my wonderful home books are not in the right time-since-I-last-read-them span to be re-read with proper enjoyment. Such times are hard for me. Very, very hard.
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