"When a reader falls in love with a book, it leaves its essence inside him, like radioactive fallout in an arable field, and after that there are certain crops that will no longer grow in him, while other, stranger, more fantastic growths may occasionally be produced."
—Salman Rushdie

All kidding aside, there's a book entitled What Shall I Read Next?  We can just see this title scrawled (without irony) on someone's list of to-be-read books.  (Even more deliciously, as we type this post, the book has not yet been released but is pre-orderable.)  It's like something out of a procrastinator's Calvinoesque dream.

"Not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves.  In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me.  It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors." —Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

The title of this volume proves the old saying: "He couldn't see the forest for the trees"!

"When the smoke from the fire seeps in through the nostrils, irritates the throat, and stings the eyes, we shut out the world of burning text, unable to remember what letterforms once lived on those sheets curling into ash."
—Geof Huth

I'm so glad I discovered this rare booklet.  Until I discovered it, I didn't know exactly why it was so important!  Nor how I could put the information to use! 

I know exactly where it will go on my bookshelves: after the beloved volumes Who & What and Where & When.

Now, if anyone ever asks me if I "have any questions," I'll have to say, "Well, yes and no!"