I got a couple of new bookcases, as I have a hell of a lot of books. This is a good thing.
I've talked about my book jones before. For year, the Tribune company fed into my addiction by having an annual charity book sale, where they sold every single book and CD that had come into be reviewed of covered by the paper, for very, very little money. We're talking niiiiiiiiiiiice new hardbacks, coffee table books, recent releases, review copies -- everything. I would typically buy, say, 30 to 40 books a year, just from that sale. Mostly hardbacks. Bliss. Then there's the books I get as gifts from family and friends, the ones I see and must have at garage sales and used books stores, and the ones that suck me in via Amazon or physical bookstores. So, um, yeah: A lot of books.
But back to the bookcases. They're your basic cheapy home-depot bookcases. Nothing special. Except they're empty. I could just fling all the books I have stacked on windowsills and any other flat surface into them with no rhyme or reason -- that's what I usually do. But this time, I thought better of it. Why not take the opportunity to organize my books? I can weed through them, see the ones I want to sell or donate, make sure I know where everything is... it'll be great!
No. No, it won't.
I've emptied half my bookcases, and covered my dining-room table. I have a hell of a lot of books.
If you don't hear from me for some time, I've either been buried under a pile of books, or been seduced into opening just one -- just to leaf through it -- just for a minute -- ooh, this is cool -- oh, and look at this -- I almost forgot I had this -- wait, what time is it? What day is it?
I hope Wendy will send a search party if I'm incommunicado for too long.
I've talked about my book jones before. For year, the Tribune company fed into my addiction by having an annual charity book sale, where they sold every single book and CD that had come into be reviewed of covered by the paper, for very, very little money. We're talking niiiiiiiiiiiice new hardbacks, coffee table books, recent releases, review copies -- everything. I would typically buy, say, 30 to 40 books a year, just from that sale. Mostly hardbacks. Bliss. Then there's the books I get as gifts from family and friends, the ones I see and must have at garage sales and used books stores, and the ones that suck me in via Amazon or physical bookstores. So, um, yeah: A lot of books.
But back to the bookcases. They're your basic cheapy home-depot bookcases. Nothing special. Except they're empty. I could just fling all the books I have stacked on windowsills and any other flat surface into them with no rhyme or reason -- that's what I usually do. But this time, I thought better of it. Why not take the opportunity to organize my books? I can weed through them, see the ones I want to sell or donate, make sure I know where everything is... it'll be great!
No. No, it won't.
I've emptied half my bookcases, and covered my dining-room table. I have a hell of a lot of books.
If you don't hear from me for some time, I've either been buried under a pile of books, or been seduced into opening just one -- just to leaf through it -- just for a minute -- ooh, this is cool -- oh, and look at this -- I almost forgot I had this -- wait, what time is it? What day is it?
I hope Wendy will send a search party if I'm incommunicado for too long.
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