Musing on Lists

It is probably my obsessive compulsive nature that make lists appeal to me. I list to organize myself. I enjoy reading other's lists. Any purging of my desk yields dozens of lists, written and almost immediately forgotten. So, it's no surprise to me that I keep getting drawn back to books of lists when I'm working on this book blog. I keep coming back to Nancy Pearl's books, but I also have the New York Library's recommendations, a British book called 1000 Books to Change Your Life, and more that I've forgotten for the time being.
A list of books represents dozens of opportunities to discover new worlds that I would possibly have never otherwise stumbled on. It's like being presented with hundreds of short cuts. Every list is a mystery. It's dizzying and somewhat disappointing that I have so many more books than I can possibly read at any given time. But I won't forget them, I have a list. So let's hear it for lists.