Books! Why do I love them so? Why can't I stop acquiring them?

My mother used to say, "have you read all these books?" But then, of course, I hadn't (and in some cases still haven't). I'm convinced, though, that the unread ones contain information that will either prove to be useful or excite, entertain or amaze me one day. And the read ones have already excited, entertained or amazed me, and I can't bear to part with them!