I'm in the process of getting rid of a lot of books. I have read them and put them on the shelf. Now these books sit and sit. I will never open them again. Why am I keeping them?
Joan now has a kindle. All her books are in a quarter inch thick electronic book.
Change isn't easy and there is something wrong with just throwing a book out. But many of these no one wants, not even half price books. So to the garbage they go.
Some of these are old book club books that I took from my grandparents house after they passed away. I took a few that were things I knew like Hemingway. But as I'm getting rid of them I notice that my grandmother had made a point to put their names in the book. As if this was a prized possession that may be loaned out but wanted returned. I look at it now and see its a cheap book club version. But in those days I'm sure books were an expense that was more significant then now.
