In keeping with my new venture, distance-teaching for the excellent Long Ridge Writers Group, I've undertaken a complete renovation of my study. This means cutting the accumulated stuff at least by half.
Ack! Books everywhere! Under things, on things, in the shelves, doubled in the shelves . . . and it's so hard to decide which should stay and which should go.How can I part with my copy of HALFWAY HUMAN, for example? I love that book, tattered paperback that it is. And how can I keep going on my task when SMOKY, THE STORY OF A HORSE, suddenly is in my hand? My dad gave me that book, and I must have read it a dozen times at least when I was a kid. It's my favorite book of all time. And the Edward Eager books surfaced, along with a copy of SILMARILLION that I bought and simply couldn't read . . . but maybe one day I'll be smarter.
Then there are my friends' books, my book club's books, the books I hope I'll find young adult readers for . . . I don't even want to think how much money I've spent on all of these, or how much time I've passed reading them. The numbers stun me.
Library sale, here I come. But I may have trouble letting these treasures pass out of my hands.
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