One of the things I have too many of is books. I love books. I have a really, really hard time getting rid of books, even if I didn't like them when I read them. Even if I've had them for twenty years and haven't gotten around to reading them yet and probably won't get around to reading them in the next twenty, either. This is problematic, because we have limited space to keep books.
Yes, I am aware of the modern invention known as "bookshelves", but we don't have a place to put any. I'm also aware of the even more modern invention known as "ereaders", but no. Just no. It's books I love, not just reading. I'm not particularly enamoured of gadetry in general (I've never even owned an electric can opener) so ereaders don't hold much appeal for me.
Last week, I bit the bullet and added six books to the box Husband was packing up to give away. It was hard. But I was really proud of myself for letting go.
Last night, we stopped by Half Price Books while The Boy was a a birthday party down the street. I bought seven books.