Reading generally fulfills one of two purposes for me: Escapism or expansion.
There’s no such thing as having too many books, but I do feel more than a little gluttonous owning so many books I’ve not read.
My “pile” hasn’t been an actual pile in years—rather, it is an entire bookshelf all its own. That’s right, I have a whole bookshelf in my office that exists solely to house the books I own but have yet to read.
My love of reading was well on its way by fourth grade, but Mrs. Weeks utterly cemented it, and libraries still hold a magic for me today, as a 37-year-old, that I am now passing on to my own children.
