I’m bad about keeping books. This would be one reason I have 10 floor to ceiling bookcases. (8 of which are completely full, 1 is half full, and one has one shelf of books, and then my ceramics and paint for them.)
It’s hard for me to give away books unless I absolutely hated them. Those ones get given away if friends or family want them, and otherwise get turned into the local used bookstore for credit towards more books.
If I only kind of liked the book, it still usually ends up on my shelves. And once I’ve had the book around for a few years, it gets that much harder to part with it. I’m the same way with clothes and movies, but those I’m more likely to part with. Books for some reason I end up in the toddler “mine!” mindset.
I haven’t read it in years, I might not even remember I own it, but once I do realize, it’s mine. And that’s all there is to that. I’m trying to be better about this. I actually have a stack of books right now that I’ve told myself I am not keeping. They’re on their own separate shelf, on a bookcase that isn’t full. Just waiting on me to decide if they’re in good enough condition to giveaway here on the blog, or if they should go to the local used bookstore as trade-ins.
I’ve always been a book hoarder. Even as a little kid, I hated when my parents would clear out the books on my shelves because I had ‘outgrown them.’ Even if I was getting all new books, ones I hadn’t read yet, I wanted the old ones too!
I remember once Dad went and took all of my “Serendipity” books. (It was a book series, printed in the late 1970’s/early 1980’s. They had books like “Leo the Lop”, “Flutterby”, “Morgan and Me”, “Morgan Morning”, etc.) He was boxing them up to give away to a younger cousin of mine. He took my tricycle to give to that same cousin. I didn’t care so much about the tricycle, but I wanted those books!
I went behind him and pulled out my favorites, and he got mad at me and took them away again. So I got up at 3am, snuck down the hall in the dark, and went through the only box he hadn’t sealed yet. It didn’t have any of my favorite books, so I took the ones I liked best out of it and went back to bed. Don’t remember where I hid them, but I still have them here somewhere.
Amazing what kids remember. Pretty sure that was the only time he took my books without asking me first. I’m sure I threw a terrible fit.
Do you keep all your books? Do you have a book hoarding problem, or are you easily able to give away books once you’ve read them? Are you a ‘read it one time and get rid of it’ person? Have any fun stories about you or family members, and getting rid of books?