I have a lot of books, I've collected them and inherited other people's collections. They're on shelves all around the house, where ever I can fit them. I used to adore them but I'm beginning to, dunno, feel grossed out by them. Is this odd?
My cookery book collection (region of 350 books) is my most adored and has been built over 15 years. However, I'm feeling guilty about it. I don't know why I'm feeling guilty (it isn't the cost - I can afford them). It's something about the actual books. As though I'm saying to myself "DUH, you can get this all online!".
Is there some pop psychology angle to this? I'm a bibliophile and I'm feeling properly anxious about it! IABU?