Lust for Stuff — Books
By Christine Clark
Books are a problem. My house is a repository for books I’ve read, books I want to read, books people loaned me that I haven’t returned, books I love, books I want to read again, books that make me think, books I read to my children when they were little, extra copies of books I want other people to read… I have a lot of books.
A recent cleaning project forced me to move a large bookcase. I say “me,” but I mean Paul, Chelsea, and me. Said move required all three of us because I didn’t want to take all the books off the shelves. We couldn’t lean the bookcase against a wall, so I propped it up with a heavy stool so it wouldn’t crash down on me.
Woman Killed By Falling Bookcase was the headline that flashed into my head for a few hours, so I moved the books onto the sofa. Piling books onto the sofa gave me a whole new perspective on just how many books I own—too many—and those were from only one bookcase. Two more large bookcases have books spilling off the shelves, a row of reference books sits on my desk, books on my nightstand, books on top of the antique wood breadbox in my room, cookbooks in the kitchen; Chelsea and Paul each have bookcases in their bedrooms.
|How Many Books Are Too Many?|
Do I love it?
Do I want to read it?
Do I want to read it again?
Do I want to share it?
Is it a reference or a textbook I need?
Am I saving it for my children and/or grandchildren?
Does the book represent a memory I’m not ready to release?
Can I get the book at a library?
How did I do? Stay tuned…