Moving the Library

According to iBooks, I own 253 books.  That does not include the reference books, like Thesauruses, Dictionaries, parenting books, and palmistry books.  It also does not include the dozen or so of cookbooks or the text books I plan to read one day.  (Ink: In my defense, I only dropped lit crit because the original professor, who believed you can only understand it through doing it in one massive paper, grew very ill and had to drop teaching, only to be replaced by a pompous ass, but I swear I’ll read the book.)  Nor does it include several titles that the system says does not exist. (Honestly does any one not read graphic novels!) This does not include the fifty or so books that belong to my husband, who will NOT reread his texts books.  It does not include the large amount of children’s books that I haven’t gotten around to counting yet. 

 

But this large library, and counting, does make it difficult to move, especially when the owner realizes she might not need every title in the next year.  So the night after The Decision, I began to fill small boxes with as many books as I could back.  As I packed the books, I typed out the title of each book, making a list to tape to the top of the box.  And the system worked well until I ran out of boxes, and you just wouldn’t believe how hard it is to dumpster dive with two little ones.  They tend to want to bring home unsavory objects or cut themselves on syringes.  (Kidding.  Kidding.  You throw them in to fetch.)

 

Without boxes, I began to worry about the horrible mess of letting someone just heap books into boxes and not being able to find my very favorites when I needed them.  I did what any good wife would do; I nagged my husband.  During the times he didn’t tune me out, he suggested I get rid of some books.  I am, thank you very much, and I do, but I keep everything I will read again, and I do.  Then he would rant about how I had too many, and I would remind him why I have so many.  Soon I wished he had ignored me like usual.

 

There is a reason for the large library other than my intense love for the written word.  Years ago when my husband and I were just shacking up, we combined our moneys early because we were engaged.  As the honeymoon was over, my husband would leave to hang out with his buddies, which wasn’t a big deal, except I was young, bored, and had few friends that stayed in the area after they graduated.  After several stupid arguments, I came up with a brilliant plan.  Believing that a lot of my grief was because I was a saver and he was a spender, I decided that every time he went out drinking, I would go to the bookstore.  At first, he was against the plan, saying “You’re never going to read those books again; it’s a waste of money.”  “Well, you’re never going to drink those beers again; at least I have something to show for spending the money.”  Then I went to the bookstore.

 

In the end, I had to give up writing all the titles on the boxes and move on to just writing the type of books, like religious or parenting.  I had one box marked with my favorites.  Written on top of the box was “Favorite books; lose this box and I own your soul.”  They were in the office waiting for me when I arrived and were the first ones on the book shelves.  Of course, there’s a huge possibility that I’m going to have to move the bookcase.  Damn.

 

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10 Responses to “Moving the Library”

  1. KathyB! Says:

    But think of how strong your arm muscles will be from hefting books and bookcases all over the country and then schlepping them around the house to boot! You won’t need to exercise any more : ) Nothing like a chaotic move to knock a good five punds offof a person.

  2. C Says:

    What a great idea to buy a book for each beer…Man I would have a bigger library than you and DH and I have only been together for 7 years!!!

    I like the way you page looks now, I don’t have to squint.

  3. ck Says:

    I always justified that I would pass my (many, many, many boxes of) books down to my kids if I had daughters. I know it added to the (many, many, many) reasons my husband wanted boys.

    My attic (and basement) would be a sad and lonely place had he gotten his way.

  4. pinnythewu Says:

    I’m so attached to my books I dread the day I run out of places to put a new bookshelf.

  5. Evenshine Says:

    Wait a second- palmistry???

    Hidden talents I have yet to hear about.

  6. Erik Says:

    This must be a gender thing. My fiancee keeps telling me that if I get a “man room” for my computer and xBox then she gets a library. She doesn’t even read all the books she get, she just likes to be surrounded by bound pages.

    The strange thing is, I don’t even have that much of an affection for the actual book (give me my wish and get me a Kindle and I’d be happy), but it drives me crazy that she dog ears pages. Just feels to me that she’s disrespecting the author when she does it.

  7. faemom Says:

    KathyB!~ I hope your right. I’ve lost my main form of exercise, which was running up and down my stairs. After the last weekend, my mom FINALLY believed me about how I didn’t have to worry about 10,000 steps.

    C~ It worked well for a while, but I’ve fallen out of practice. It does make one feel more in control, but it burns money twice as fast.

    ck~You know what’s funny? My husband uses that same reasoning with his DVD collection. I do have a feeling you have way more books than me. Lucky.

    pinny~ That’s the day you decide you need a bigger house 🙂

    Evenshine~ Before kids, I was quite the palm reader. Now I’m so out of practice. It’s a great skill to pull out at a party where you don’t know any one.

    Erik~Kindles *shudder* 🙂 But I am with you on the dog ear thing. I hate that. And I told my husband I want my OWN library/office because he doesn’t pick up his paperwork. But he wants the same kind of “man room” that you do, just add a pool table and surround sound.

  8. Old Mum Says:

    I did something last fall that was almost agonizing, I thinned out my books, donating hundreds of faithful old friends to charity. It still hurts a bit, but I know they have new friends who will cherish them as much as I did over the years.

  9. Gibby Says:

    I am the same way with my books. But sister…I give you props for typing out the titles and organizing WHILE PACKING. Are you superhuman or something? As much as I love my books, I think in your situation I would have just stacked them in whatever box I could find.

    I actually like moving because I discover so many books that I forgot about. It’s like visiting a bookstore or a library. Did you find any that you had forgotten about? Makes moving a little less painful…

  10. faemom Says:

    Old Mum~ That is a great idea. It must have taken you some real strength to do that. I couldn’t.
    Gibby~I figured it would help me deal with not having the whole library at my fingertips. If I needed a book, I could find the box it was in and get it. But since I did that, I had to forgo purusing the aisles sort of speak. But I did find some I had forgotten and carressed them and told them I would read them soon. My preciouses.


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