Looking through my bookshelf last night, I started wondering about what purpose I wanted my bookshelf to hold. I was looking for a book to read, but most of my books consist of books I’ve alread read.
I try to donate books all the time, to libraries or other charities, but some of my books I just have a hard letting go of because of sentimental attachments (books given as gifts) or because I just really liked that book. And some books I just keep around for bragging rights, ie Anna Karenina. Fantastic author, wonderful secondary characters, beautiful setting, very annoying lead character.
I don’t like to buy books. If I do, I buy them used from the Friend’s of the Library Bookstore, or their weekend book sales. If I can find the book at the library, then I just go that route. Most of the books I own, I know friends and family would want to, or need to borrow these books. So, its like I’m started my own library, with my own loan procedure.
I think I’m just frustrated because I have a lot of unread books on my bookshelf, none of which I feel like reading right now, and none of which I want to get rid of.