I love to read. Love. Love. Love. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a pile of books scattered throughout my bedroom. I read. And reread. And read again. Some books are just so darn readable. In absolute fairness, some are not!
The other day I came to the sad conclusion that I didn’t have enough space for all my beloved books. I can stop buying new books, but that’s as likely to happen as me growing five inches. Overnight.
Instead, I began the hard task sorting through my books. Some I plan to keep forever (hello – Harry Potter!) while others I’ve outgrown. But parting is still such sweet sorrow.
I hauled my books to a local $1 Bookstore, hoping they find new readers to love them as I once did. The bad part about donating them to a bookstore is I can’t help but look around. Sometimes I’ve brought in a bag of old books then left with another bag of old-but-new-to-me books. Somehow I doubt I’m the only one who has done that. And if I am – so what.
Lately, I’ve been thinking an e-reader might solve my problems, but I’ve been on the fence about them for a long time. I love going to bookstores and scouring the shelves in search of the next great book. But I’ve realized it doesn’t need to need to be an and/or equation. I can have the best of both worlds.
Reading Game of Thrones and building new muscles doing so, only reconfirmed my opinion. Now I’m saving my hard-earned pennies for a kindle and looking forward to never saying good-bye to another book. Now that’s something to write about.