Which kind of reader are you:
- The avid reader of new books who never re-read a book in his life?
- Or the avid re-reader of old favourites who hasn’t picked up a new book in the last ten years?
I passed through both phases in life and ended up in no-man’s land – where many masterpieces I loved as a teenager are still clamouring to be re-read while the pile of books I haven’t read yet refuse to get smaller. Do I have the time to re-read anything? No, but I do it anyway. And then I regret wasting precious time.
When I was young I used to feel aggrieved about the fact that after I die people will still write good books but I won’t get to read them. For crying out loud. There are all these good books already written that I won’t have time to read before I die.
MY MID-LIFE CRISIS: THE WORRYING REALISATION THAT THERE ARE MORE GOOD BOOKS OUT THERE THAN I CAN POSSIBLY GET THROUGH BEFORE I DIE.
(What am I doing here blogging when I could be reading?!)
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