I have so many books. I've been aware since I started this whole thing that eventually I was going to have to do something with some of my books.
But even though I have books that I know I will never read again, it's hard for me to let go of them. They're like my little paper children.
Yesterday a friend told me she was going to go to the Friends of the Library book shop to donate some books. She knows I'm trying to declutter, so she offered to drop off any books I wanted to give up.
I didn't know if I was ready. I went to my basement and surveyed my bookshelves. I finally decided to thin out my mass market paperback section. Even that was tough.
I gave up a bunch of legal thrillers, a ridiculously large selection of Dean Koontz books, and some assorted others. Here they are:
I got rid of less than half a shelf of these books, which I had stacked on their backs, two deep. But I still managed to donate 44 books.
And that's not too shabby.