Honestly, I don’t. And I feel guilty about that.
So I’m thinking our upcoming move will be a good opportunity to purge my book collection. I need to get rid of some guilt.
I’m also thinking it might not be a bad thing to not complete a book. Perhaps I learned what I needed to learn from the pages perused and the rest doesn’t matter? I don’t know, but I’m working on a convincing argument for that.
So I’ve already packed and moved a pile of books …almost a dozen boxes worth. They are books about Alaska, American Civil War, basically anything military plus an assortment of children’s books (which I personally still love to read), Charlotte’s Web, Swiss Family Robinson, to name a couple.
Here is another stack of book boxes almost ready to go – – – these are about handicrafts, how to fix just about anything, interior design. Also, a large collection of cookbooks, which is odd because I don’t like to cook. I would like to like to cook – maybe that’s why I collected them.
There are two LARGE plastic totes in another room full of biographies, inspirational books, Bibles and such that need to be sorted. And we haven’t even gotten to Doug’s books yet.
This sorting and purging is hard work. I love books almost as much as children …. although I wouldn’t fling myself into oncoming traffic to save one. (a book, that is)
Recently I read an article on finishing what you start. These folks are actually remodeling an airplane hangar into a home! Now that’s a project. If they can do that I can sort and pack. Then maybe when I get settled again I can finish some of those 2/3rds to 3/4ths read books
At this point there is only one box of books destined for the yard sale. I’m not doing much to alleviate my guilt.