I spent this weekend fetching the last of my books from storage (thank you loyal seestrah!). I’ve had a storage unit for about four years. At first it was just for excess furniture, holiday decorations, and childhood memorabilia, but it has grown considerably since I acquired it. In the last couple of years, I developed a habit of visiting my mom, picking up boxes of books she no longer wanted (but which I spent my childhood reading!) and then dropping them off directly into the storage unit on the way home. As a result, I’m not sure my husband knew exactly how many books I had acquired until I fetched them to our new place…
Well, short answer: 24 boxes worth! That includes books I stole from my mom and books I had to pack away during our multiple attempts to move this year. My shelves had already been half-full from the books that came directly from our old home, so I was a little nervous about the unpack.
It wound up taking several hours of backbreaking labor as I hemmed and hawed and fiddled with the arrangement to get things where I wanted, with room to spare in the genres I’m reading the most. But voila, 900 books made it onto my shelves with wiggle room to grow!
I wound up with seven boxes that I’m going to donate– books I didn’t care for, books I got for free but I’m never going to read, some school textbooks and art books that I’ll never reference again, etc. I also have a couple boxes of children’s books tucked away in my closet for future baby. So I’m pretty happy to have a library that I can almost universally recommend (there are a lot of lingering classics that I feel obliged to keep even though I wouldn’t thrust them at my friends… note the 60-volume Great Books series at the top, which I assure you I have not gone through, but which I just can’t let go).
There is also an entire bookcase worth of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice, three authors I devoured mercilessly in junior and high school, and which I cannot part with even though my tastes have shifted to a more current wave of fantasy. I really blame my mom’s love of hardcovers– I fit way more per shelf in the other sections. X(
I will now collapse into bed… with a book!