My bookshelves are groaning. There literally is not a single place to put another book! I love books more than most anything. But am I really going to re-read Ian Rankin’s Black and Blue, even though he personalized it for me? And just because I liked Anne Rice’s Cry to Heaven, there are at least a hundred books I haven’t read once on the shelves – when will I ever read it again?
And Ulysses? It was a great idea, but I think in reality I would have to be stranded on a desert island with nothing but it to read before I would pick it up. The same with Anna Karenina. I’ve moved that book for the last 20 years.
Today they all got donated to a book sale to raise money to feed people.