The Spectator has a solution for anyone who is haunted by the prospect of having too much to read while vacationing on the French Riviera:
Holidays are a welcome chance to lose ourselves between the covers of a book, especially for those of us who struggle to find time to read amid the assorted tyrannies of daily life. So the book that ends up in your suitcase had better be a worthy companion.
But too few is better than too many. Aside from the indignity of having to wear all your jumpers at once to get your book-heavy bag through airline weight restrictions, limiting your choice means you’ll settle down to one book rather than distractedly flitting between several on your e-reader. Moreover, if you run out of things to read while you’re away, you will find yourself borrowing from a friend or even a stranger, or pilfering from the (usually well-stocked) shelves of the villa or B&B. You will most likely alight on something which you’d never have thought of at home, and this serendipity almost always leads to the perfect book. Then, when it’s time to return home, you could leave a book behind, ready to be discovered by a future holiday reader.
I can’t imagine anything worse than being able to afford to buy so many books that I cannot bring them all on the flight to my vacation, can you?
This was really stressing me out but fortunately my life coach, herbalist, and Freudian analyst have staged an intervention and come up with a solution.
Rather than concern myself with such trifles, I have hired a personal librarian to manage my vacation library for me. He will work closely with the librarian who manages the library at my Upper West Side penthouse, and make sure that I always have the best and most thought-provoking book to read.
That’s the best solution, don’t you think?
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