On August 5th, 2010, I started keeping a list of the books I read.

Last night, I finished my one hundred and first book, a poetry collection by Carol Purington.

According to my calculations, this averages one book every week.

Actually, that's nothing to brag about. Back in my 20's and 30's, I polished off double that number in a week.

I am a little proud of this landmark and as writers are readers, I am committed to indulging in the civilizing joy of the written word.

“When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.” ― Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus