S and I found out recently that our landlady is selling the house we live in, so now we’re getting ready for yet another move. I never thought that I would be as nomadic as I’ve ended up so far in my adult life. We’ve moved about once a year since college. I’m resigned to this next move, but there are parts of it that are rather difficult. Getting rid of books, for instance. I just love to own piles and piles of them, even ones that I know I’ll never read, or ones that I have read but likely won’t read again. And I’ve been acquiring them like crazy over the past year because I thought we would be here longer and because I can’t help browsing the free book cart in the lobby of the library every time I go there. Not to mention the book sale at the library, and the book sections at my two favorite thrift stores. At least I’ve been spared the danger of having a decent used book store in town!
So, S and I are planning to have a yard sale next weekend. Our criteria for removing books from our collection is that we’re either unlikely to read them or else if we did want to read that title, it wouldn’t be difficult to get from a library. That means goodbye to some classics, goodbye to some random ones that could be great, goodbye to random ones I only picked up because I thought the title was funny (see below), goodbye to some that have been on the shelves for a long time, and goodbye to some we just got last week. I promised myself before starting to sort them that I would be brutal. There’s a good chance that we’ll be moving into a smaller apartment than this one. Also, books are very heavy to carry. And we’re paring down our clothing, art supplies, cds, furniture, and everything else we own with the same brutality. I just feel saddest about the books.
So, Goodbye to this: Sometimes I feel like a Blob
And Goodbye to this: Your First Romance