I’ve now failed to attend two large book sales and my page-turning finger is kind of starting to itch. I was thinking I might check out the Berkeley Library sale next month; they’re selling 4,500 books, which sounds like SO MANY…until I realize that’s only four times the size of my current collection. Maybe I can just reread some things again. Out of 1,049 books, I have to have forgotten the plot of at least ONE of them. Right?
Ah. Careful examination of my shelves reveals that yes, there is ONE book I’ve mostly forgotten, but it’s P.G. Wodehouse’s Golf Omnibus. Well, if we must, we must.