I don't know how often I moved my books (even over the Atlantic), but I guess it's more than eight times. I hated it, but I did. I didn't give up my books and would not easily do now. I attach to the books, even the ones I didn't read, memories. At least I remember always when and why I bought them, and then I remember all the dreams I had to read all of them and to learn all that was in there, though I ended up lately never to be able to read them. (ah, can you imagine how people enjoy to ridicule me for that).
I admit I have given up, or let's say life hasn't been nice with me and I had to ship them to storage and am not capable to get them back since over two to three years now. I can't afford a place large enough to hold my books and all other stuff I don't want to give away. I live with a fraction of my books since over eight years.
I have books on storage in Germany, and in two storage locations in the US. I miss them every day. But I don't give up to one day have a place of my own, big enough to hold what I collected during the last fourtyfive years.
You must have a good memory, if you can afford to give away your books. What if you want to reread something?
Anyhow, I am a nut person with regards to books. People laugh at me, because I can't read anymore all I want to read. I am getting old. But one day it will be my day of revenge. I am going to live on my nest egg and do nothing but enjoy all the books as slow and thorough or fast and superficial as I want to. Nobody can take that away from me. I wouldn't give my books away, never.
I took all books over my father left us. And soon I will take over all books my mother will leave behind, tons of books about flowers, can you imagine? I always wanted to create a garden like she did, but helas one other dream unfulfilled.
It's true that I ruined my knees, because I always had to carry my book boxes and all the other stuff by myself and they are too heavy to lift on a regular basis all by yourself, at least if you have sixty boxes and more.
But hey, better bad knees and a lot of books in my old age than bad knees and no books in my old age.
Bye, you bookless infidel of a book reader.
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