"Shortly after dawn, or what would have been dawn in a normal sky, Mr. Artur Sammler with his bushy eye took in the books and papers of his West Side bedroom and suspected strongly that they were the wrong books, the wrong papers..."
I have been mulling this sentence from Saul Bellow for a while now. This idea, from Bellow's book, Mr. Sammler's Planet, of recognizing that perhaps you have been reading the wrong books and papers is a feeling I am familiar with. Although I didn't phrase it so eloquently, it has occurred to me once or twice that maybe my library was not where I was, was not contributing to my on going growth, but rather, had become a bit of a millstone around my neck. I think this can be particularly true of spiritual/theological libraries, that's why I think it always a good idea to read beyond one's comfort zone--just to keep things interesting...and vulnerable.