We’re looking for a new home and the new residents of our current house have moved in–our grown son and his family.
Our college kids are home for the summer, too, which means we have nine people living in the house.
We’ve got room, sort of, but it’s still a little full. Fortunately, the three adorable grandchildren have been on vacation with their parents the last two weeks.
That’s given me time to start packing–we’re half in and half out right now, with the majority of the boxes full of books.
And that’s where it’s gotten interesting.
I started packing books weeks ago when I came across my grandfather’s teenage math book–the one published in 1907 that has a bullet hole in the middle.
(Why a bullet hole is the question. I don’t know. Perhaps he shot it in rage?)
It’s the only possession of that ne’er-do-well grandfather that I have. It’s the closest thing to an heirloom from him, and so I was shocked to find it flung on the floor, spine up, under a desk.
Since the adorable one year-old likes to empty shelves, I knew the culprit.
I started packing boxes that night. I don’t know how many we have now, but I do know I have culled the shelves yet again. I’ve taken two loads to the public library, two loads to church and have given away several others.
I’m down 150 books from the start of the summer.
That includes 20 cook books I had to blow the dust off it had been so long since they were opened.
Some were gifts I read and don’t need to consult again. Some were hard cover books I hated but couldn’t bring myself to throw away. I finally handed over my Strong’s Concordance.
I donated five Bibles to the public library. Surely, someone will pick one up at the used book sale in October?
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If I can still buy it on Kindle or check it out of the library, do I need to own it anymore?
If it’s out of date, why not throw it away? Click to Tweet
If I’ve always loved it, I kept it.
Some had too many memories to let go.
Oh, and I still have eight hard cover Solzhenitsyns. Just can’t quite bring myself to giving away literature which I’m not sure would be published anymore.
My OED went to Leah, a recent college graduate with a degree in English Literature–the one person I knew who would love it.
She does.
Which makes me very happy.
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Have you ever regretted giving away a book once the shelf was cleared?
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