I know the t-shirt says “So many books, so little time,” but I started looking around to see exactly how many books, and it’s become rather alarming.
I stopped buying “dead tree” books about a year ago. Notice I said buying. I haven’t stopped reading them. I just get them from the library when I can’t get ebooks. I also still have ginormous To Be Read (TBR) piles left from when I did buy them. And then, there are the 40 books I have out from the library at the moment. And the 200+ books on my wishlist. And my ebook TBRs on my iPad.
And did I mention that we own over 1,000 pounds of books that between my husband and I, we have actually read? I probably didn’t. And, it’s probably closer to a ton, anyway. When we moved to, and from, Alaska, our worldly goods got weighed. And nearly a ton of said worldly goods were books. I do weed the collection every time we move, but clearly, not enough. (After I dropped off my weeded books at Goodwill in Tallahassee, they were putting up a sign for a booksale practically as I pulled out of the lot. I mean really, just because the boxes filled the trunk and the car!)
The keepers represent the books I loved enough to buy, continue to buy that author, and recommend to others. I’ve used my shelves as a time capsule of my tastes over the years, and as a way of visiting old friends between their pages. There are books that naturally open to particular scenes, and there are books I’ve kept because I loved them dearly, even if they were too painful to ever read again.
As I look around my office, the walls surround me with bookshelves full of books I have not just read, but cared about. And the living room, the guest room, and my husband’s office also have many bookshelves. The task of deciding which ones I care about enough to keep is going to consume a lot of the next six weeks. Because we’re moving again, and it’s time for some (a lot) of these to go.
So many books, so little time, indeed!