Once this weekend has come and gone, I am sure my husband, brother-in-law, dad, and whoever else helps us move into our new apartment will beg to differ. I don’t mean to accumulate books. It just happens: one here, one there, and suddenly I have no room left on my shelves or the floor next to them. I even did the unthinkable and sold some of my books, mostly texts from college that I never liked, which left me feeling rather crummy until I spent a little of the money on two new books that I actually wanted. Then my husband took me to the used bookstore and said I could pick out any books I wanted for my birthday present and four more books needed a home on my bookshelves. Oops?
So, in spite of getting some books out of the house, I have a lot of books to move: three smallish but not tiny boxes full, with a dozen or two more awaiting the suitcase and backpack set aside for their travels to our little one-bedroom with a patio. So I’m going to enlist a little help and start giving some away later today. If you plan to enter, you must promise to be very nice to them, read them, and love them. They’re mostly be classics I’ve accumulated with the intent to read (remember this post?) but can find at my library anytime I actually do need them. Pop over to my blog, Unwritten, Untitled, after 3:30 EST to see what I’m offering and find the more official rules there.
In the meantime, let’s chat: do you have a book accumulation problem, too?
Until next Thursday,
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