My mommy? Or Umami?
I was actually hoping the word was going to be something slightly more elegant, like "umami." Umami is the preferred word for taste, now; sweet, salty, sour, and bitter are so passé (as is "passé"). All flavors now revolve around "umami," even if we aren't quite sure what that flavor is (the four basics at least had the virtue of being distinctly identifiable).*
Instead, we get something that sounds like a new puzzle fad: "tsundoku".
Apparently I'm not that bad; I don't pile stacks of books on the furniture (the Lovely Wife won't allow it). I do leave books scattered about the house, but singularly, not in piles. I do have seven sets of bookshelves in four rooms, and left to my own devices would probably put shelves in every room in the house. Except then I'd have that many more books and shelves to dust, so it's probably just as well.
I have books from my graduate school career, from law school, from seminary, and just from my own predilections. I have fewer and fewer novels, although at one point that's all I read. I hardly read any more, not compared to the consumption of books in my youth. I read my way through everything worth reading (which was a lot, but not everything) in three libraries in my hometown (two at school, and the Carnegie downtown, long since no longer a library. *sigh*). I was quite sure, in my youth, that I'd end up like this: