Am I hoarding books? Have been tempted to ask this question to myself after facing some tough comments on the books I own.
I really really love books. Just that I do not end up reading most of what I buy. It's moving time and I have not the heart to give a single book away. Some are gifts. Some are author autographed preciouses. Some I hold on to dear life for life's lessons. When the question of having to part with them comes, I cringe, argue, put my foot down and stick to transporting them, whatever the cost.
They are what I turn to in times of depression. They are my friends. Just being around them soothes my creative senses. Have been tempted to google about it though, and it threw up some interesting results.
A piece in Bellaonline talks of doing away with book clutter.
Another one talks of how not to hoard books. Ouch.
After months of waiting for a bookshelf at home, I became the proud owner of one. For a short one month. And realised it was time to give it away. Couldn't spend a fortune transporting it, could I?
We've been busy selling away things we cannot move. As I sleep on the floor at night surrounded by bundled books, am dreaming of my own new home library, chic home office and a cozy armchair already. In another city. Only wish I face no more questions like, `why so many books?'
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