As previously documented, I’ve got a love of reading. And while I’m no good at reading more than one book at a time, I’m always reading one book at a time. Usually, I have a horrible time deciding which book I’ll pick up; my habit of buying strolling secondhand bookstores means my shelves are stacked with To Read tomes I never quite seem to put a dent in. And once I do sort out what I’d like to pick up next, it’s the time to read that I have to scrounge up somewhere. But then, moving across the country with only what you can fit in your car, traveling to…