Today's Booking Through Thursday question asks:
When’s the last time you weeded out your library? Do you regularly keep it pared down to your reading essentials? Or does it blossom into something out of control the minute you turn your back, like a garden after a Spring rain?
Or do you simply not get rid of books? At all? (This would have described me for most of my life, by the way.)
And–when you DO weed out books from your collection (assuming that you do) …what do you do with them? Throw them away (gasp)? Donate them to a charity or used bookstore? SELL them to a used bookstore? Trade them on Paperback Book Swap or some other exchange program?
And my answer...
The last time I weeded out my library was in February of this year, when I made the official move back to my old family home after my divorce. Since the house is already occupied by my mother, fitting in an entire household of stuff, not to mention my ever increasing pile of books, was impossible so I had to get rid of some things (including the books GASP). Luckily some of the accumulated books were school textbooks from when I completed my Master's degree a few years ago, so I was not completely devastated with having to give those up. I've NEVER thrown out any books in my life, and could never think of doing such an atrocious act! most of them get donated to a local thrift/charity, given to friends/family or some get sold online.
I attempted "setting free some books into the wild" and listed them on the Book Crossing website, but have had no such luck with anyone reporting that they discovered my books, ah well.
My book collection, which was quite large to begin with even after the purging, from the move, has been spreading like wildfire since I started book reviewing earlier this year and I haven't made a permanent solution other than KEEPING THEM ALL! as to what I'm going to do with the books I've reviewed, so it seems that any space I may have made is now being overtaken by these books. Ah well, back to the weeding drawing board when I get tired of looking at them or when I get squeezed out of the place (which ever comes first).