Bad Lessons

Tonight, once again, as I dug through a giant pile of old bound galleys that I keep intending to sell or give away or otherwise dispose of, I felt that life was teaching me the wrong lesson.

Because I found my copy of The Best American Comics: 2008, and, if I had been more organized or quicker to cull, I wouldn't have.

The good news is that I can keep working on my review of the 2009 book; the bad news is that I have ever more incentive never to get rid of a single book.