Post 38/2021 Friday 17 September . . . Boxes and boxes of books sit in our garage. They’re the remainder of our library already halved over the last dozen years. Our home is plenty roomy, has books on the shelves, but another shelf is not in the offing. I decided this week (Marty having decided long ago) to radically prune the lot.
The deed is yet to be done, though I find the decision most liberating, for us, and for the books that have languished in boxes for almost three years. We’ll donate many to Fables Books in downtown Goshen. Friends may want a few. We’ll keep some.
Peel, peel, chop, chop, slice, slice, season, season, taste, taste, serve, serve, yum, yum–just as in cooking, so in planning our new menu of books, we’ll look for the ripest, juiciest, varied, entertaining, informative, inspiring, dearest of the lot. May this leaner mix of reading fulfill our interests and appetites, all in the knowledge that others may find a treasure or two, too. LONG LIVE THE BOOK! (And Fables and the public library).