the act of buying books but never reading them
I often see this word defined in the context of being an ‘affliction’. And I do understand sadness in the slow death of words and ideas being squeezed between covers, never allowed to grow and take flight in the imagination of the reader.
But I also cannot help seeing this as more of an ‘achievement’. Because there’s a big part of me that thrills to the idea of being surrounded by piles of books, more books than I could possibly ever read.