Confessions of a Book Collector

Alberto Manguel on his thirty-thousand volume library
Valerio Mezzanotti for The New York Times
I came across the following while browsing Times Flow Stemmed. It's from an article published in the New York Times last year, where Alberto Manguel reflects on his impressive thirty-thousand volume library, and the nature of book-collecting:
My library is not a single beast but a composite of many others, a fantastic animal made up of the several libraries built and then abandoned, over and over again, throughout my life. I can’t remember a time in which I didn’t have a library of some sort. The present one is a sort of multilayered autobiography, each book holding the moment in which I opened it for the first time. The scribbles on the margins, the occasional date on the flyleaf, the faded bus ticket marking a page for a reason today mysterious, all try to remind me of who I was then. For the most part, they fail. My memory is less interested in me than in my books, and I find it easier to remember the story read once than the young man who then read it.