I have too many books. I can’t believe I just said that…out loud. I’ve been an advocate of reading, libraries, and book clubs for 100 years. Well, close. And I didn’t think I could have too many tomes….but then we moved. When one must pack, carry, and unpack ones belongings one learns in a hurry what they have too many of…
I had NO idea I had collected so many. Some still unopened. Of course many of my books have yet to be opened, but I’n gonna. I keep imaging the day when I hit the rocking chair full time…then I’ll read myself into long naps full of book-like dreams. Doesn’t that sound yummy?
Perhaps I could pull some books I’ve read and donate them. Perhaps. Or regift them. Maybe. Or trade them…no, wait that won’t help. I want to be generous, but I can be hoard-ish with my books.
I know pruning is a good thing…although it didn’t help me…I’m still just 5 feet. But I guess I could go through my stacks and let go of a bunch…maybe 50? or 10? or maybe not.
Is there a Book’s Anonymous?