In the spirit of full disclosure I hereby admit that I’ve already fallen off the wagon. But I do claim extenuating circumstances. As part of our 25th Anniversary week my wife and I visited the Carl Sandburg home. Sandburg was a fascinating man and being in the midst of his greatness was heady. His home still has his collection of literally thousands of books; paperbacks to leather bounds, research tomes to pop novels, floor to ceiling, corner to corner. I came to realize that I had no Sandburg in my collection whatsoever. And it was a special location. And a special occasion. And the proceeds go to the fund to keep his house in good nick for future generations. So I bought. But I only bought three and one is his biography autographed by the author. And I figure I’m still on the first book of the hundred (Shogun is one incredibly long novel) and because I was spending money from a recent insurance settlement I didn’t use any of the funds set aside from the Book Journey project.
So, with all these excuses as my armor I draw a line in the sand and recommit myself to the original plan; no more book purchases until I’ve read one hundred books already in my possession. And three of those hundred may turn out to be by Sandburg.
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