Since I had a dangerously high tower of unread books piled on the speaker next to my to-be-read bookcase, and since the Library’s Used Book Sale is in a couple of weeks, I decided to cull. As in Donating Books I Haven’t Even Read Yet.
Who does that?
Well, I do. Since most of the books I buy cost a dollar or two, it isn’t all that much of a waste. And really, I was never going to read that sequel to Pride & Prejudice, anyway. And that biography of Charles Lindbergh? I’m no longer excited by it.
I nearly pulled out that Ellroy novel, because utter_scoundrel informed me that it was the second in a series. I won’t get to it for years. First, I have to find the book that begins the series. In a used book store for two dollars or less. Then I have to decide that I am in the mood for Ellroy. Then six more months will go by before I decide I am in the mood for more Ellroy. Is it worth the space it will be taking up until then? Eh. I’ll ask myself again before the summer sale. There is also a non-fiction about the Lusitania that I nearly pulled out, but then I remembered I actually borrowed it from my friend Eric. Eleven years ago when I was living in the old apartment.
I cheated and pulled out a book on Jefferson and Hamilton. I know I’m not going to read it, but it is lovely older piece – 1926 printing – that I can’t quite give away. I shelved it in my real library and if anyone asks I will say, “I use it for reference purposes”.
I did so well that I think I might have room for three more new books on my seven shelf to-be-read bookcase. Maybe if I did more reading and less blogging about reading….