On a day like Day 25, where the skies were dark and it rained intermittently throughout the day, a lucky person would be curled up with a book.
I guess I’m lucky, because I was curled up with a book all right.
Several hundred of them, in fact. Over the last few years, I have slowly given away a good chunk of my books. What is left are these three bookshelves and a few hot spots in the house. My tv cabinet, for example, holds not one video. It’s all books in there.
I managed to clear my desk top on Day 16, but not much else thanks to a little boy with a tummy bug. A clear desktop was all I needed. I knew later in the month I would use that same desktop as a purged-book loading zone.
Those books go three rows deep…
and the bookshelves look bare.
I wasn’t sure what should go and what should stay. Of course, out went all the books I didn’t enjoy. I also put in the donate pile books that are out of date or no longer appropriate, like books on baby food or pregnancy. My struggle was with the middle of the road books. I love John Irving, but I barely remember The Fourth Hand. Should I keep it as part of my collection of his work? Should I donate it in the spirit of the William Morris quote?
In the end, I decided to keep it. My love of complete collections won over my need for space, a need that isn’t as pressing after purging a good deal of clunker books. My Unread Library books are still in the house, and I’m giving myself a few more months to see how far I get. I haven’t decided what to do with some coffee table books that are beautiful, but of no use to me. Damn you, quote, with your little loop holes.
What I do know is this: I don’t know if I can buy a book moving forward without first checking it out of the library. There was easily thousands of dollars in books sitting on my desk, and that’s money that could have been put to better use had I been more judicious about my buying habits. I guess we all have our avocado slicer.
But if my avocado slicer means that Mikey asks his brother every day after school if he can read him a story, then I’m okay.
New here? For the next 31 days I’m living according to the famous William Morris quote. You can learn more about the project here.