I have made some progress reforming my book-buying habits since February. Over the last couple months, I consciously resisted buying books on a whim and/or buying books that looked interesting but may or may not be worthy of inclusion in the Miao Library’s permanent collection. For those books, I really ought to go to the library and if they prove to be incredibly wonderful, I can hunt for my own used copy later. In any case, I still ended up with a significant stack. Not as tall as Sprocket, though. Last time, it was taller than Chun.
I added to my Terry Pratchett and Shakespeare collections. And also poetry, because I don’t think poetry is really the thing to borrow from the library. It’s hard to work your way through the complete works of so-and-so in two weeks, and then it’s gone.
I set up another half-bookcase in my room to help alleviate shelving issues. It is already full. Buried somewhere in the Miao Garage is a second folding bookcase that can be stacked on top, but excavating it will be quite a feat. I haven’t seen it in years. Perhaps it is broken.