We have moved into a smaller house with no bookshelves. One of the few things I liked about our home in Granby were the floor to ceiling bookshelves downstairs. When we moved from Oregon to Granby the mover commented that I had three boxes of clothes and 63 boxes of books - I think this was some kind of moral judgment (or maybe it was a style judgment.) When we put our house up for sale in Granby our realtor asked me to pare down the books on my shelves - I had.
I'm not sure how many boxes of books we moved from Oregon to Colorado. I just know that I am having to reduce them.
This is emotionally difficult for me. I'd rather put the cat to sleep.(Okay, not a fair comparison if you read the blog before this regarding The Cat from Hell, but you get the point.)
When I first started my rule was "Only books written by Native American Authors." Okay, not a problem since the first seven boxes I opened contained those particular books. And then I opened four boxes that contained books about horses. Okay, I have horses so I have to keep these. Then I opened two boxes of books from my childhood. Okay, I have to keep these because they are Nancy Drew and Trixie Beldon and ALL of the Black Stallion books (which technically fall under the second rule also). Then I opened the three boxes of books I collected for my boys which they seldom read. I have to keep these since they may eventually marry and have kids and my grand kids will need books to read. Then I opened six boxes of classic authors such as Faulkner and Hemingway and I have to keep these because they are, well, they are Faulkner and Hemingway.
So far I've put into the LIBRARY DONATION box the following: all the books about Colorado (as if I care about that state anymore) "Hiking the Bigfoot Country," "An Introduction to Literature," "50 Nature Projects for Kids" and three of the four books Mike owns.
I still have thirteen books of boxes to open. The only solution is for Mike to build more shelves, otherwise I may have a nervous breakdown.
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