I grew up in a house filled with books. My parents, when they built the extension on the house before moving in, requested an entire wall of built-in shelves, which were always filled to overflowing. I had my own over-full bookcase in my room, as did my brother and sister. When we went through my Mom's estate, we discovered she'd added even more
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When Abner and I split up, I moved into a 500 square foot apartment and had to really trim down not just my books but *everything*. With pretty much every item, I asked myself, "Do I know it to be useful or believe it to be beautiful?" If the answer wasn't yes, away it went.
Books were kept if I loved them and/or I knew I'd be going back to them.
When I was done, I felt gloriously liberated!
I hope y'all get to enjoy a similarly glorious feeling! :D
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Who knows? Maybe that was what was holding me back from losing the weight? I mean, wouldn't that be just like the irony of life, to finally lose the "baby weight" after getting rid of the pre-pregnancy clothes?
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I look at my thousands of books and realize that someday I will have to pare down. It's hard to imagine. But decluttering always feels good. I don't care for reading on a device but have gotten better about picking up used books rather than new. ;)
Don't dismiss Women Who Run With The Wolves as feminist. It is an IMPORTANT book, it's Jungian, and is filled with countless doors that will open for you. Especially as a creative thinker and poet. Jungian interpretation of fairy tale is a gift that we are able to reap in these modern times.
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Certainly, I could have acquired many more books over the years than I have, but I've had a tendency to live in small places and to move around. I've actually lived in this particular rowhouse for 11 years, which is astonishing when you consider it's not one of my favorite places to live. I'm looking forward to the new place, though. It has serious potential.
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I specifically requested Mom's old Shakespeare book from college. The one that's sitting on Oldest Sister's bookshelf. That one. Screw it, I'll get the Folger editions.
Feels good to get that out of my system.
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I empathize with you. For the longest time, i felt my books were like my friends and every time i had to part with one, it hurt. There's so little space, though, and i can always get a new copy or borrow one from the library. My Marx Brothers shelf is the only thing that's stayed with me for decades now.
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