Over the years I have collected so many books that, in aggregate, they can fairly be called a library. Aside from my library – next to my bed, I usually have stacks of books that are waiting to be read or re-read. With the rate I collect new books, I increasingly wonder how many of them I will ever read. Of course this has done nothing to dampen my pleasure in acquiring more books. But it has caused me to ponder the meaning they have for me, and the fact that to me they epitomize one great aspect of the goodness of life. Here, I am going to share with you some of the books that have passed through me but left some of their marks on my mind or heart.