Then I eventually married a reader and between us we have enjoyed acquiring and reading so many books. Some are mine, some are his, some are ours. Inevitably, between us, at any point in time we have too many books. We’ve thinned out the stock many times, giving some to libraries and some to charity, some to friends, and even sold a few, and now we have a firm policy of buying very, very few, and simply visiting our local and excellent library. One of our summer projects was to sort, area by area, and find new homes for most of our books. Of course we have not yet done so and summer is almost gone.
We have reached the stage of life when we feel weighed down by too many possessions, and particularly too many of our beloved books, and we realize we need to continue to thin and thin them until we are down to the essential ones. How to choose is difficult. For instance, decades after I had last read Miss Hickory, I realized that it might be possible to find my very own copy and read the book again and so I did. She will always be among the essential ones, as will some of the ones I bought at fourteen and still love. We’ve moved here and there over the years, but there are some books that hopefully will always be with us. But we still have too many.