It happened again last night.
We had a lovely dinner at the home of our friends, Matt and Ashley. As Ashley and I cleared the table, what do you think the men did? They mumbled something about books and then disappeared into the basement to inspect Matt's library.
I love books, too, but not nearly as much as Ken and his friends.
We have plenty of bookshelves in our home now, so Ken's obsession can be contained. I have one friend who kept finding theological books stuffed into various drawers throughout their home after her husband's library outgrew their bookshelves! So it could be worse...