It's always about space for me. Money does come into play, but mainly because it means I can't afford more space (and therefore I have no opportunity to spend myself into bankruptcy buying books). I actually have dreams where I move so that I can have more books. That's rather sad.

But it's probably a good thing that I live in the most expensive city in the country, or who knows what I might have accumulated if I had a few more square feet. (Or even a whole other room. Or, save us all, am entire house.)

I sometimes tell myself to get over it, that it's just material goods, and at the very least Don't Buy More Until You've Read The Ones You Already Have, For Pity's Sake. And that all my carefully accumulated volumes could just go up in flames (or be crushed by a crane), so stop it already. But that never seems to stick . . . .