A Surfeit of Riches

I actually have so many new books that I feel numb......not sure which to read first!  What a delightful conundrum.  But it makes me think, too, about whether I need to stop buying books.  When a person has enough unread new books to last for months, shouldn't she stop getting more, at least for a good while?
But......but.....Charlaine Harris's next Sookie book will be out soon.  Louise Penny is working on the next Inspector Gamache novel.  Cronin's next installment of his vampire series should be due out soon. And the list just goes on and on.....
So when is enough enough?  I am fixing to donate boxes of books to my NIE book sale coming up soon.  If I were to die tomorrow, to whom would these books mean anything?  Ok, DeeDee.  But even she has a storage limit.  And even DeeDee can read just so many books in one lifetime.
I have a dreadful confession to make.  I am not really joking here.....I feel guilty about this.  One of the biggest fears I have of death is that I will not be able to read all my new books I've been piling up.  That is officially awful.  I am supposed to believe that heaven's joy is so far beyond that of reading a good book that it's ridiculous to even talk about it in the same breath.  In heaven, we will be so rapt in the ecstatic enjoyment of being in the presence of God that earthly things - like - books - will be as dust.
But here I am, trapped in the concupiscience of my flesh and blood, thinking of what book to read next.....and next.....and next.....
Lord, forgive my humanness.