As I wade through dozens of boxes of books I shipped or hauled across country in my recent move, I wondered why I own so many. How man can I sell before I have to move again? I found myself asking myself more than once, while I packed and now, while I try to unpack between writing deadlines and home responsibilities. Half? Two thirds? All of them?
Then I think, But I can't get rid of this resource or that one, like A Regency Companion, which is out of print and goes for quite a bit on EBay. No, not for a lot of money will I give this one up.
And yet, they're such a pain.
Or are they? I love their feel. I love their smell. I love the sound of a room full of books. The house I moved into even has built-in shelves for books. It's as though it was waiting for me.
As I grow frustrated with the amount of work unpacking and organizing my personal library, I think of the good things above and the following quote:
It is a man’s duty to have books. A library is not a luxury, but one of the necessities of life. ~~~Henry Ward Beecher