I like to read. I like to read to myself, I like to read aloud to my students (surprisingly, high school students still enjoy being read to), and I like to read aloud to my baby (seven months old as of November 2010). Well, frankly, I like to read aloud, period, but random strangers don’t seem to enjoy it as much as I do.

My husband feels the same way I do about reading to himself and to the baby, and as a result, we have a lot of books in the house – many, many, many books. We have overfilled one 5′ x 6 1/2′ bookcase and one 4′ x 7′ bookcase plus a carousel-style unit, nightstands with shelves to hold books, and a rolling three-shelf piece. We have boxes of books in storage. He has an office full of books at work. Our walls are largely unadorned, and books have become our decorations, shouting, “We are readers! We’ve set up our own personal library! Peruse, groan, laugh, cry, borrow – but only if you love books and return them wholly unharmed.”

Sometimes, we worry that we have too many books. Without enough room to store them, does it just become an obsession? Should we begin a culling process?

In “Bring On the Books!” we found a little comfort:

“Having a library of just 25 propels a kid one year farther in high school or college – and a collection of 500 or more leads to an extra 3.2 years of education,¬†found a new study from the University of Nevada in Reno.”

Maybe they are more than our obsession – maybe they’re our daughter’s key to education, because we’re clearly helping lead her to an extra 3.2 years of education…or more.

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“Bring On the Books!” Parents Nov. 2010: 45. Print.

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