“Do you ever burn out on reading books?”, he asked me in an Adirondack chair on the front porch. “I really don’t, reading is a ritual for me, it is how I relax” I responded in my hanging egg chair that floats in the corner. I took a moment to think more on this. Reading is how I know myself, expand my overthinking brain into chapters, continue my learning. I did add, “I can burn out on a genre, though. But never books entirely, I am, in a word, obsessed with reading”.