Well, here is what my books used to look like:
This is Lolly "catching a possum", a year ago, but shows a fair few of my books, there's another four bookcases you can't see in this shot, and some more upstairs (and a few boxes we didn't unpack). Yup. Ahem. Kind of a lot.
Here is what the precious-es have looked like since April, when we packed them (loosely speaking) and schlepped them upstairs.
Our long ongoing renovation meant we were going to store heaps of books til we moved, but then decided that we had a gazillionty of them in digital form, and we should *gasp* get rid of the hard copies. This took me months of thinking on it to agree to. I LOVE books, and always loved having them out, I want a giant library one day. But, really? Books take up space, most of these books we will never read again, some were just plain crappy, and most of them I can read online, often for free. So, I really had to think about why I was keeping them round at all. Why is it we need to display things like books for public consumption? Or our own consumption. And why is this tied to our self-concept so tightly (in my case, that is).
Anyhoo, navel-gazing aside, you can see why I might need a hand sorting them. The pile is huge, and the mental issues, likewise.
So, I asked some lovely friends and their kids to come over to play, to lend a hand, either physically or in moral support, and now the books look like this:
|Books to keep, and collectibles|
|Kids books (to go back out on shelves) and DVDs.|
So, thanks, muscly friends (both physically and morally), for helping me do a task I was really struggling with. And making it a good day.
Also posted at Shaggy Dog Story, my book blog!