From a short meditation on how and why we choose books as we age. A quick glance at my 1000+ TBR makes me think I will never discover who I want to be much less be able to read about all the lives I will never live. I spent New Year‘s day in a large bookstore and nearly fainted from the manifestation of seemingly infinite choices. Oh well. The joy is in the effort to read as much as possible before my own story comes to an end. [Link to article⬇️]