I have a stack of books on the table beside my chair which generates guilt every time I look at it. They are all partially read, with nice bookmarks showing where I left off. They include Truman, Common Sense, Gnosticism, Wheel of Darkness and a couple of other books which I’m too embarrassed to say I read.
I can’t just put the books back on the shelf. I can’t. Their reproach will eminate even from there.
I’ve heard of people who can just stop reading a book. Maybe the book is really bad. Maybe the reader lost interest. These people actually just stop reading, remove the bookmark and put the book away and never feel a sense of guilt about it.
So the stack grows. The guilt grows and I feel itchy every time I sit down next to the stack.