My Plan

 

The Problem

 

My collection of books has outgrown the space on my shelves.  Either my reading has slowed down, or I’ve gotten less picky when selecting what to read.  I hope it isn’t less picky, because I get quite annoyed when I come across lame stories with predictable outcomes.

There is a third possibility, and that being I have slowed down in recycling the books once I’ve read them.  I do have a tendency to hang on to those that have struck a nerve with me.  Sometimes, it is only one sentence that grabs me.  I read it several times, over a span of months, simply because the writer has so much packed into it.  It carries both a feeling and image that comes alive.  It’s not often, so when it happens, I notice it.

 

The Solution

 

I need to buy a bookstore.  Nothing fancy, with designer coffee and a pastry counter.  Just walls and walls of shelves, good lighting, climate control and of course a cat.  There needs to be a store cat.  That’s non-negotiable.  He or she should be fluffy, friendly and love customers.  Cats being so independent, I’d keep their food dish in the self-help section.