I love books. My parents took me to the library from the time I started to read and I was one irate little kid that I was only allowed to take out six books per two week borrowing period. I loved books about horses, anything about horses. I wrote my first horse book at 9 (well, only a couple of pages once grandpa typed it single-spaced on yellow onion-skin). I may still have my Black Stallion series stashed somewhere, the real thing, not subsequent dilutions of the brand. My father loved Zane Gray's westerns. Zane Gray lived somewhere in the neighborhood. Or at least he died somewhere nearby a couple of years after I was born. So I read all the Zane Gray westerns I could get my hands on. I think I still own one or two of those.
|Zane Gray and Black Stallion|
|Margaret Pirie's My Love is Fair|
Bantam Books' inexpensive paperbacks were invented while I was a little kid and I began to buy books when I got into my teens and got hold of a little money. I wanted to keep the books I loved, not give them back to the library.
|They're going into a box for the storage shed. |
They're too tattered to give away.
I see a lot of Aldous Huxley in there.
You see my current problem. I want to keep them all. Even now I discover series I love and I want to keep them all. I will keep buying them as long as Lindsey Davis and Colleen McCullough and Steven Saylor and-and-and keep writing them. Where do I put the other non-series books?
|Cara Black's Paris murders|
|Tom Clancy and Sue Grafton|
|Jean M. Auel|
|John Maddox Roberts' SPQR series|
|Oh, see that boxed set of Harry Potter over there on the left? |
I've never read them since they're so heavy.
Kept hoping they would come out on Kindle.
To make room, I've given away several beautiful Time-Life Series that I had to have but never read, having finally confessed to myself that I never would read them. I want to box up The Foods of the World series for my granddaughter, who's going to culinary school.
|You may think there's room there for more books.|
|Books I'm reading now. That's the Kindle in the orange case.|
|Waiting in line on the bedside table|
And then there's the overflow box on the bedroom floor.
|Oh, yet to be mentioned series. Rosemary Rowe.|
|A miscellany of French stuff, not including text books|
It's primarily fiction I've shown here. I haven't focused on the nonfiction, since they're non series.
These help keep the cats from locking themselves in the computer room. Some are destined for Friends of the Library, and others are, alas, good only for trash. The concept of throwing a book in the trash where it will mix with garbage and awful stuff just grosses me out. I think I'd rather have a book burning. (Same goes for clothes that are beyond Salvation Army.)
Coffee table books got swept up in a crisis decluttering, along with all the other junk on the coffee table, and put in the handy plastic box.
This is only one attraction of the Kindle. Takes up less space. Other benefits include ease of reading while eating in a fast food establishment, and being light enough and small enough to hold up above the cat kneading your chest while you're lying in bed reading.
My latest acquisition, a slightly misused ebook, in that I printed it out:
See you tomorrow.