In which I talk about getting rid of books one doesn’t need, and say farewell to some that have to go.
I agree with this picture. But there’s a catch.
You can’t have too many books as long as you love every single book you have. If you don’t love it, guess what? It’s okay to get rid of it.
I end up with so many random books, because I cannot resist a book. I’ll have people text me saying they’re getting rid of a book and would I—?
YES! I WANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!
Plus, if a book is cheap and looks mildly interesting, I’ll probably get it. Especially if it it’s pretty.
So, every so often, I have to go through my bookshelves (and book-drifts—you know, like a snow-drift, but it’s books?) and purge. Otherwise, I’d end up on an episode of Hoarders.
Today was one of these days.
Farewell to the Following Books
I’ll try to trade them to my local bookstore,and if they don’t want them (pretty sure they won’t want most of these, from past experience) they’ll get donated.
A Homesteader’s Portfolio
I got this book a long time ago when I was researching a novel. I’m very unlikely to read it again (it wasn’t terribly entertaining, sorry Alice Day Pratt), and it’s just kind of been taking up shelf space. Farewell!
100 Words Every Word Lover Should Know
Flipping through this book, I couldn’t find a single word I didn’t already know. Besides, who’s going to read a list of words? Not me. Not when I’ve got a massive TBR of quality books waiting for me. Adios!
Don’t Know Much About History
I genuinely enjoyed this book, but it’s really not one I’m ever planning to read again, and I have so many random history books. Since I’m not going to reread it or use it for reference, I’m going to have to very reluctantly say goodbye.
I might actually keep it I miss it already. Au revoir!
(See, I can’t even bring myself to say adieu. I’m probably going to keep this book, guys. Sorry. I tried.)
All About Roses
Oh, my poor rose bushes! It’s a good thing you’re ancient and hardier than heck, because otherwise you’d be dead. You’re so neglected. I love gardening, but I have too many hobbies I love more. Something has to slip. So, I can’t have two rose books. I just can’t. I can’t mislead people into thinking I’m some kind of gardener. Since the other one is a gorgeous book in its own right with stunning, glossy photographs, this one has to go. Farewell!
The Incredible Journey
This was one of my favourite movies as a child, so when I came across the book (for free!) a couple years ago, I picked it up. I know I’m never going to read it. Even at the time, I knew I was never going to read it. So, Adios!
A Psychiatric Nursing Textbook???
I cannot explain to you why I am in possession of this book. I’m not a psychiatric nurse, I am not currently going to school to be a psychiatric nurse, and at no time in the past have I ever gone to school to be a psychiatric nurse. (I did take psych classes, but not with this textbook!) Plus, it’s horrendously out of date. (1989!) It is definitely beyond time for this book to go. Adieu!
Books That Narrowly Escaped…This Time
500 Handmade Books
It was clearance. That’s really all I have to say. (There was no volume 1 available.) It’s fun to flip through. But I know I won’t keep it forever.
I thought maybe it was about people who died young. Turns out, it’s a bunch of short biographies. I keep trying to get rid of it, but it’s just kind of a cool old book.
My brother Jack has been looking around for a copy of Old Yeller. I had one on my bookshelf. As beloved by me as this book is, I felt like I should give it to someone who needed it more.
Resolute, I took the book from the shelf, said my farewells, and went to find Jack. Proudly, I presented the book to him, the book that still said “Chloe Yvon Westphal, 9 years old” in the front cover. I waited for the outpouring of gratitude.
–Jack, pouring out his gratitude.
Kinda want my book back now. Oh well.
Real quick while we’re talking about Old Yeller: at least three times in my life so far I have been in this situation where I’m in a bookstore and the employee is trying to help someone find Old Yeller, but neither customer nor employee can remember the author’s name. I, the girl who usually avoids raising my voice in public/talking to people at all, called out, “GIPSON.” I don’t know why I get in this very specific scenario so often, and only with this book, but it keeps happening. It’s like a recurring dream but it’s real life. So there you go. Reason #783 why my life is weird.
How strict are you about getting rid of books?