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A quote from wikipedia for the word bibliophilia:

"Bibliophilia is not to be confused with bibliomania, an obsessive-compulsive disorder involving the collecting of books to the point where social relations or health are damaged, and in which the mere fact that an object is a book is sufficient for it to be collected or loved."

And bibliomania is
"...characterized by purchasing multiple copies of the same book and edition and the accumulation of the same book and edition and the accumulation of books beyond possible capacity of use or enjoyment..."

Comments

Merenia said…
That interesting - so bibliophilia is in the mental illness category, where, thankfully, bibliomania is more benign, if not a little potty! Phew!
August 22, 2009 at 5:12 PM
StuckInABook said…
Ha! Oh dear... I think I may have the -mania AND the -philia...
August 29, 2009 at 2:28 AM
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