Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Paper, Ink, Love

 A shelf sagging under the weight of too many volumes begged to be relieved of at least some of them.


That's going to be a problem. I remember all too well a vicious culling I did at the end of my tenure as a home school mom and have pangs of regret over Teddy Roosevelt's Letters to his Sons, When Character Was King (Peggy Noonan's tender bio of Reagan), and my entire (what was I thinking?) collection of Vonnegut.

While making a bold attempt at sorting, I looked up and saw the afternoon sun illuminating a portion of Mr. Snarky's high school reading list.




                            Okay, these are keepers.


                     
                            Oh no, not the classics...

The Red Badge of Courage. Okay, I hated it.
But, oh how I cried over A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and Les Miserables.

The Elements of Style I'm sure you all wish I would reread until I get them right, perhaps weekly or so.

In the end I didn't make much progress except to reduce the collection on the shelf. They have however found other homes here and there, tucked in nooks and c

rannies, in baskets. I have recycled a precious few to other avid readers but even that is hard.

I do so like for them to find good homes.

1 comment:

  1. Why do you need two copies of The Aeneid of Virgil? I am glad you didn't get rid of the ya-yas. This reminds me of me... trying to weed out unused cookbooks and books we used for school. I'm glad to see that someone else has a similar problem, as misery loves company. Not that too many books has EVER caused me any misery... Just build another bookcase!

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