I have a confession to make. And, judging from the title of this entry, I am sure you can guess what it is. I love books. But when I say I love them, I mean, I really, really, really love books. I own a small library, yet I am pretty certain that, outside an actual library, my book collection would probably rival most of those held by private citizens not blessed with family legacies stretching back to the Virginia plantations. I haven't counted my books, nor have I catalogued them. However, after spending most of today packing up my books, I have realised that this is going to be a major product that I will undertake in August. I want to have a list of all the books I own. I am strongly considering sorting them according to the Dewey Decimal System. However, I don't know if I will actually label them accordingly. Possibly on the inside cover. We'll see. I lay blame for my bibliphilia squarely on my parents. Mum read to me when I was very young. I remember her reading The C...