|These are my books before I went through them.|
I realize this blog post is going to hit close to home for a lot of people, my own mother included. I’m going to examine books. Why do we keep them? Do you really need all your books? Look at a shelf of your books. When was the last time you used each book? See, I told you, this is going to be an uncomfortable post.
There is a safety and security in books. They represent knowledge, information and inspiration. They are characters and stories. There is a lot of potential in a book. However, books are only these things *if* they are being read. They only have value when they are read. All the time they have been sitting on a shelf they might as well have been rocks.
In my journey to reduce what I own by one third I have done a lot of reading about others who have chosen to reduce what they own. The post: Breaking the Sentimental Attachment to Books from Becoming Minimalist gave me a good step by step method for thinning down my book collection to just the “Desert Island” books.
|My bookshelf after the first pass.|
Then I was faced with what to do with these books. I could donate them to Goodwill, but are there better options.
I could also:
1. Donate to librariesAll of these options set the books free, back out into the world where they can be useful and enjoyed by others.
2. Give them to a friend who will enjoy them
3. Sell to a second hand book store or on a website like Amazon.
|These are the books that are left. Less than half of what I started with.|