I do love my books. Back in CA, there is a small, but ample storage unit with my name on it. In it is a unused fridge, some things my parents can fit into their gigantor storage unit…and boxes. 2 of those boxes are memorabilia…1 is the final crafts…and 11 of them are books.
Yes, 11.
When I was home for the holidays, I went through all those boxes to make sure I absolutely loved each book. I went from 13 boxes to 11. Plus, I managed to sneak all these into my suitcases:
I love a big pile of books next to the bed. I justify having a big book collection by thinking maybe my kids will read them one day. Strangely, no visitors to my house ever want to borrow my precious books – what a weird world!!