Agradecendo a referência a uma partilha do Rui Falcão..
The value of owning more books than you can read
Or, how I learned to stop worrying and love my tsundoku.
I love books. If I go to the bookstore to check a price, I walk out with three books I probably didn’t know existed beforehand. I buy second-hand books by the bagful at the Friends of the Library sale, while explaining to my wife that it’s for a good cause. Even the smell of books grips me, that faint aroma of earthy vanilla that wafts up at you when you flip a page.
The problem is that my book-buying habit outpaces my ability to read them. This leads to FOMO and occasional pangs of guilt over the unread volumes spilling across my shelves. Sound familiar?
2 opiniões sobre “Eu Sempre Soube!”
Sim, é- me familiar! O aroma das páginas ao virar. Deixei um pouco de ler após a faculdade e quantidade de trabalhos de alunos para ver…
Agora, consegui voltar aos livros, como escrevia Calvino, “que-um-dia-lerei”, pois é o retorno de uma paixão de sempre.
I love the concept, since I have lots of books I haven’t read yet. I’m trying to crave the necessary time to achieve it, but it proves impossible. Still, wishful thinking 😵💫