. . . is that you can just about convince yourself that you have the time and the willpower to read all the books therein.
And then you're suffused with a glowing sense of achievement. You might even feel smarter. Most importantly, if you're one of these Protestant Work Ethic Maniacs or a twitchy millennial who compulsively snorts crushed-up psychiatric-grade speed to turbocharge your level of productivity lest you be chewed up by the pitiless maw of the global capitalist death machine-
-um, y'know, you can add 'reading an entire small library' to your CV, I guess. Put it in the 'significant side hustles' section. Or what have you.
But . . . assuming it's a functioning library, well, there’s always new books coming in, and whenever they have a library sale they're getting rid of books you might not have read yet.
So this, too, is an unreachable dream.
