Books

A box of books arrived today, that I had ordered over the internet.
Billy Collins latest poetry offering, and a couple by George Orwell.

I had read some reviews of Billy Collins new book. Not as good as
past volumes... a bit sad. That sort of thing. I read a couple of poems
this morning. They seem fine to me. If they are a little sad, so be it.
He needs to write what he feels. What he wants to write. If it does not
appeal, then so be it. Read another poet.

I think the Orwell books will to be good. I have yet to read anything
of his that is disappointing. I will add them to my pile of books.
Multiple piles. They are so big that occasionally they collapse. I just pile them
up again. I cannot see the point of books unless I can have access to them.

I live in a small house. I need a room for a library. Maybe one day, if I become
rich, I will buy the house next door. Install my very own library?