There are never enough books.
However, there are enough that I have to keep. It's a somewhat smaller number. But still large enough that I found a program online to catelog my books so I can assign them numbers and boxes and put them in the garage.
Culling happens when I need something to return to the used book store, or the romance novels are piling up. But still, horror of horrors. I'm a rereader. I'll reread something many, many times.
The record, for now, is Jurassic Park. I got the book new, the summer the movie came out. It is now covered in duct tape and the pages are falling out. It survived, um, 18 rereadings in a row. (It might have been more but I can't recall now)

Probably a close runner up on rereads is Companions of the Night by Viviane Vande Velde.


Or, for instance, I was cooking dinner the other night on the stove. Something about it reminded me of Sunshine, the baker in Robin McKinley's novel of the same name. The main character is a baker who winds up kidnapped by (bad) vampires, for the purpose of feeding to another (good) vampire- The good vampire refuses to eat her, on principle (please don't think Mopey Vampire, like Angel or Louis). They escape, adventure, yadda, yadda... I'm cooking and suddenly I *have* to reread the part where Sunshine and Connie (short for Constantine, the good vampire) have their first chat and he says, "Speak. Remind me that you are a rational creature."
Something about that line just sends a shudder down my spine. The bad vampires have starved and beaten him, and he's still trying to hold out against them, even though they've just thrown him a human. Willpower. Strength of character. Or maybe it's the Sheherezad part, because she has to talk to stay alive.
I burned dinner because I went upstairs to find my copy of the book, and then I stood on the landing, having flipped to that well-read page, and read. Dinner burned. *fwoosh*