I own only about 15 physical books at the moment. I got the feeling this seemed appalling to some people when someone kindly pressed a gift of a book into my hands with an earnest wish for me to “start reading again” (read: “do something intellectual”).
I read for work and play all the livelong day, so who says you have to actually own books to enjoy doing so? Why are printed books – and some extravagant displays of them – sometimes seen as a proxy for how much thinking one does?
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