I started reading somewhat big numbers of books as a child, during communism. There wasn’t much to read at that time because the books available in Bulgarian had to be ideologically compliant, which pretty much left us stuck with unreadable soviet books and adventure/romantic books about other centuries (pirates, wild west, knights and such).

Karl May was permitted and one of the first authors I really liked and attempted to read entirely. Since then, this turned to a preferred method of reading for me – once I like a writer, I’d try to read all of their works until it becomes repetitive. With Karl May, I think there were only 3-4 books I bought but never completed.

What I didn’t do and should’ve was to sell or donate the books. I shouldn’t have left them at my parents’ apartment to collect dust and rot once I moved on from Karl May. My reading habits create clutter.