The monk who sold the Ferrari
I am neither a book critic nor a book reviewer so this blog post is not a book review... This is purely an interesting incident that happened recently. I always have the intention to buy books but ironically many books remain in my table drawers waiting for its turn to be read, which may not happen in my lifetime. If the book cover is changed in the second edition there is a fair chance that I would buy the same book again. To remind me of the books I commissioned a bookshelf in my living room. The colorful books neatly arranged in the book shelf reminds me of the valuable money spent to buy the books urging me to read. The huge collection of books arranged neatly in the roof high bookshelf of a luxurious mansion’s living rooms all belong to this kind(meant to be bought not to be read). I buy only one book at a time but they buy books in bulk. The result is the same for all the books in my home and those in the mansions. They are not even opened once in their lifetime. Am I