Shelved

My most interesting books are on my desk, piled on the floor of my study, or resting somewhere conspicuous. Some live under my bed and others in the drawers of the nightstand. There are two reasons. First of all, I’m procrastinating the painful act of organization until I (meaning my wife) can’t take it anymore. The second reason is that the best books are nearly impossible to categorize. Where do I put The Passionate State of Mind by Eric Hoffer? In the end the books (like people) that are most easily categorized are also easily shelved, and then forgotten.