I love and hate books.
Ok, wait. Let's reconsider. I hate that I love books.
No, I might just hate them....
Even after a good old-fashioned spring cleanse, there are always too many books in the house. They take up space, they are heavy, and you can only read one at a time, so the rest just sit there, looking at you, shaming you for not reading them instead.
We have all our books in totes in the basement right now because (get this) I don't like bookshelves. They look cluttered, no matter how nicely the books are arranged. They just end up looking like a pile of.... stuff... on one side of the room. And why do I need all of them right there?? I just want them.... somewhere else.
So we set aside a bunch of books and had a book swap happy hour. Great idea, right? Others bring their books, we have our books, and.... we all swap, resulting in everyone having books they want. Well, no. Guests brought books but they didn't 'swap' -- so now we have two more totes full of books than we had before.
Couple this problem with the fact that I'm quitting my job as an English professor, and I have many books to lose.
So consider this a cry for help. Take my books....please??!?!
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