In this land of plenty we call America—the land of big advertising, gargantuan wealth, and gross excess—it is entirely possible to encounter too much choice. I feel it when I shop for groceries, shoes, makeup, and cookware. In recent years, I experience the awe and recoil associated with choice overload every time I gaze at my “to be read” (TBR) shelves. In my own house, among my own books, I’m reminded of the ridiculous number of possessions one can amass over time.