I joke about being obsessive/compulsive. Don't think I really am.
Then again, I spent part of last weekend catching up on all the New York Times Sunday papers I had piled up.
I spent part of this weekend, catching up the N.Y.T.'s Book Review and the N.Y.T's Magazine.
It's like I can't stand to throw them away without reading them first.
Next up, a giant pile of The New Yorker.
It's good for me. Very humbling.
Any time I start thinking that I'm well-read or in any way an intellectual, reading the N.Y. Times Book Review or The New Yorker disabuses me of them there notions.
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