I cleaned out our collection of books today.
I tossed unused volumes and less-than volumes, dusted hibernating shelves, and re-routed favorites to locations where I can find them more easily. It’s never easy to tell a book good-bye. I paid for it, after all, and placed it in plain view where people could admire its spine and see how tightly it fits into the whole façade of what avid readers we are.
But it was time to come clean.
We don’t read all those books. I don’t know enough of what’s in each of them to use them as reference books like I thought I would. And even if the day comes when I have reader’s remorse and weep tears of frustration when I discover I need that printing I threw out last week, it will still be worth it to have organized the survivors and made a little more room on those saggy shelves.
Best of all, now that there’s some space I can go buy more books!
Is there a twelve step program for people with a paperback addiction, or should I just get a copy of that at the bookstore?
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