I decided to take some of my books to a used book store. I've told you time and again that I have a book addiction. It is sad really...
You open any drawer or cabinet in this house and you will find a book. Or two. Or a dozen. I keep adding to the collection and it is getting ridiculous. I don't have any bookshelves to display them so I have to put them wherever there is room.
I'm hoping to remedy the problem with my next bonus. I have an estimate froma guy to build a couple of built-in bookshelves. I just need to get the money together.
And decide on whether I want that or new boobs... but anyway...
Back to taking books to the used bookstore...
I gathered up as many books as I could find that I have already read. Unfortunately, I didn't have any boxes to put them in so the kids and I just dumped them in the trunk of my car. HA!
We got to the store and, lo and behold, they will only take 15 at a time. 15??? Holy cow.
The kids and I carted in a couple dozen for her to choose from. She made her picks and we put the rest back in the trunk. Want to see the result?
Pitiful, huh? And these are just the ones I have READ. I have at least 30 others in my room and in a hutch in the dining room. Also some laying around in cubby holes and boxes and bags. It is truly an addiction.
I think I'm going to sell these at a garage sale. Or just hang on to them for when I get my bookshelves. It kills me to get rid of them... and I don't know why!
It's a sickness I tell ya. A sickness.
(And, yes, those are a couple of chairs and a blanket. We had a family reunion last week and the chairs are from that. The blanket is in case my car breaks down in the cold months.)
** Update ** Had dinner with Coffeypot and Judy.... they took about 20 of the books in my trunk. There are still a lot in there, but they made a significant dent. YAY!
