wherein Liz deals with books

This afternoon, in a fit of productivity, I sorted through one of the printer-paper boxes full of random stuff that I keep under my coffee table, and managed to get all the contents either recycled, thrown out, or filed somewhere at least vaguely more useful.

Then I took the box and weeded my bookshelves.

I tend not to do that more than once or twice a year, because it's a pain in the neck, but I had several new books waiting to be shelved and a bunch of others to which my sentimental attachment had finally worn thin enough for me to ditch them. All told, I ended the process with one whole shelf less of books, and a full box ready to leave the apartment.

I think I'll make a list of the books and see if the used book store downtown is interested in any of them. The rest will wind up at the Friends of the Library book sale.

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Sometimes I wish I'd been born fifteen or twenty years later, so that when I started acquiring books in a big way, I would have bought e-books. I really don't want to re-purchase books that I already own, but the physical storage space has been an annoyance for a long time. *sigh*