The Man Who Loved Books too Much by Allison Hoover Bartlett

I bought this book because of the title - since it resembled me a little too much. But it turned out not to be about a man who loved books, as much as a man who had a compulsion to collect books. It could have just as well been about a man who collects guitars, or a woman who collects quilts. It's creative non-fiction, and suffers, like most books in that genre, from having to adhere to fact. It would have been much better as fiction with a different plot.