I have stacks of self development books, some paper and some ebooks, and very few that are finished. Sometimes I judge myself for reading only a few chapters, or a few lines or even just the cover.
And then I pause... is it more important to receive ONE juicy ah-ha or to finish reading the book? Is it okay that I sample the buffet and get a full plate only when it's really really good?
So I have stacks of books that I have tasted, tiny morsels of deliciousness, like squares of dark chocolate melting on my tongue. And I have a smaller pile... ones that I have devoured, page by page, word by word until I lean back feeling as if I will explode with fullness.
Each have nourished me in their own way, waiting there for seconds when the craving hits....