Letting Go
Every spring, a huge used book
sale takes place in the Upper Valley. I'm planning on donating some of
mine to the effort, which raises money for some colleges. In principle,
it's easy. I give away some books, of which I have too many, get a
receipt for my donation, and somebody will hopefully finds something new
and interesting to read. Simple.
No, no really. Every book has a
story to tell, and not just the one on the printed page. I remember
where I bought my books, when in my life. They've been with me a long
time and letting go isn't easy. It can actually be hard. But I should
do this. Looking at the stacks on my floor, I probably have to. More
books will come into my life, and I need a place to put them. So, I'll
prune. Sigh.
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