I sat down on a chair and looked around the room and in my head I had this beautiful picture of a room of books, immaculately ordered, no books on the floor and plenty of room to come in, sit in the chair and become a real literary hound. Writing copious blogs and people falling at my door to hear me discuss the books of the world. Delusions of grandeur.
|It won't take long to reorganise this little pile of books.|
Okay, I will take all the books from Steinbeck, Hemingway, James Thurber and William Horwood out of the hallway and swap the shelves. I also have quite a few Lonely Planet travel guides and they could go in the main room too. Can't get rid of them. Never know when I'll be taking a quick trip to Laos. This took about half an hour to do and it looked so good I went back into the front room to see what else I could do.
Well, I laugh as I write this, let's just say it got completely out of hand and I had books strewn everywhere.
I am going to put all the Penguins on one side of the room, in order, chronologically by the number on their spine and the series they belong to. I think I will get rid of some of the ones I have that aren't in the main series. Like the occasional Peacock or maybe the duplicate Penguin Specials that have never been properly sorted. The reprinted Puffin that is falling apart. All the duplicates.
Then I got stuck into the non-Penguin shelves and imagined everyone at the Dog's Home garage sale happily walking away with a bargain of a book I no longer need. I felt good knowing I would be supplying the masses with wonderful books to carry home and raise money for the dogs at the same time. There would be many smiling children. There would be elderly people nodding at each other coveting their find.
Everything goes. Clean up the room, declutter, make my mind at peace. Well to make a long story short. I have a box of 6 books for the dog's home garage sale and everything else is going back on the shelf. I had more in the garage sale box but then I went back and pulled them out again. No, I cannot give you away yet.
|Actually these might be better shelved as well. Perhaps I could put all of these over here.|
Some of these books have been with me since I was 10. All of them have a story. This one I got back in the 70's when we had those discussions at work about African American literature. The Night Before Christmas is falling apart but it belonged to my mother. If I put it between two other books it won't look like it's falling apart. I had to work a week when I was 8 to buy the Trixie Belden book for 57 cents at the local dime store in Michigan.
|Well, if I put those there then I have to put these here.|
|Have I told you about my LP Vinyl collection?|
"Oh Fiddlesticks, I'll think about that tomorrow."