Book Lovers' Day




Somewhat unfittingly for a day described as Book Lovers' Day, I have made a pile of paperbacks ready to donate to the Save the Children charity shop. It's all part of that mad phase I've described as giving up with aggression, although "reduction with passion" may actually be a more accurate description.

To be honest, I have always had a difficulty when it comes to parting with books but when it reaches the stage that they are piled on the floor, tumble out of wardrobes and are even stored in suitcases, you know it's time to take action and building yet more shelves isn't what we have in mind.

I'm not sure why it is that so many of us accumulate books, especially when they are not rare first editions. Perhaps we are all latent librarians at heart. 

I once read that bookcase displays were indicative only of a desire to demonstrate one's learning so all could applaud, but, as some of my paperbacks fall very definitely into the category of chick-lit, I am not convinced. On my part, I believe retention has been governed more by a prospect of either reading the book again or passing it on to someone with a brief endorsement. That said, some books have sat on our shelves so long that they have yellowed with age and although they have that wonderful attractive, musty smell they really would no longer be a joy to peruse and in some instances might even fall apart when you turn the pages. 

Sadly and save as a curio of doubtful scent, many of my old books serve no purpose although the sentimental attraction remains strong. Take the copy of Alice in Wonderland given to me when I was in hospital at the age of eight as an example, the typeface is unattractive, the odd drawings which it contains are crudely sketched, the cover is torn and, were I to seek to reread it for the nth time I'm sure there must be a free e-book version to download instead. It's hard, but the proper place for books like this is clearly re-cycling and if I donate them to a charity shop it may even be able to  make some money from having them collected.

Newer books are harder to part with but I have resolved to limit my paperback collection of read books to a few shelves of my favourite novels, ready to pass on and recommend. The others will be sold by Save the Children to raise funds for a good cause. There are occasions when I know I have lovingly fingered through a read book, recalling the story with enthusiasm and the memory of the enjoyment it brought at the time but I know I am not going to re-read every one of the books I have been hanging onto; they were enjoyable but there are so many others out there to  be brought into my home and read instead.

I hope that I am not making this sound easy. I'm keen and eager to see the task through but reducing let alone giving up treasured books is painfully difficult. Fortunately I have been helped by the discovery of Goodreads a wonderful app that allows me to keep a virtual bookshelf of  the books I have read, aided by a brief synopsis of the story and all sorted alphabetically by author or even title if I prefer.

Of course paperbacks are only half the story; there are of course still the hardbacks and non-fiction to sort, as well as "coffee-table" books, not to mention the suitcases I've already referred to and, after my initial sort-out, now a greater percentage of books to read before disposal even becomes an issue. However, the space created by giving up is exciting and liberating and where once I could never have envisaged a shelf without an array of books on it, now I see scope for simplicity and unencumbered living.

It's Book Lovers' Day and I love reading; is this normal?

Comments

Jane said…
It's normal in my house! I've been struggling with book storage for quite some time. The problem is that I use my iPad to download books from the library after perusing the best sellers list on a weekly basis. That means all those piles of unread "real books" are gathering dust. This past week I finished a real book given to me by my sister so I immediately gave it to someone else (another sister) so it couldn't collect any dust - at least at my house!
Tracy Altieri said…
As a retired teacher, and the daughter of two teachers, one of whom was an English professor, I have been surrounded by books my entire life. As I have weeded out over the years, it had sometimes been physically painful for me to part with books. It has become some easier though in recent years. I rarely purchase books any more and use the library regularly. This came about from the desire to downsize and to save money. I have accomplished both.

In our new home, there are no overcrowded bookshelves - I do feel their absence however. There will be some space for books in my completed studio, but those will house cookbooks; knitting books; books on jewelry making, etc. it will take some getting used to!
Debra Journet said…
I feel your pain too. De-accessioning my books was the hardest part of "downsizing" to the condo. Saving our books is kind of irrational because (at least for me) most will never be reread. But love can be irrational too. Packing them up was the hardest part. It was easier once they're gone. But I could not imagine living in s house without books!
Caree Risover said…
No, my imagination,vivid as it may be,doesn't extend that far either!

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