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