— Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez
As a kid, I thought there was nothing more glorious than filling a room with books, and so I had gotten excited whenever my collection grew.
The reality is a lot less romantic. I don’t have that much space for books, and I can’t read as much as I used to—which is why I’ve decided to find new homes for a handful of old books. These are the books I’ve neglected, ones I’ll never read again, and ones I don’t see myself reading in the near future.
Giving these books away doesn’t mean I love reading or books any less. My desire has just shifted from filling a room with books (including those I don’t love so much) to filling just a small shelf with ones I just can’t live without. I get more shelf space for new books, my friends get books for free. Everybody wins. So maybe the reality is more romantic, after all.
Today I hoarded more books, but I don’t feel too bad ‘cause I got all four for PhP225: Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things and Anansi Boys, Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife, and Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe! I just inserted the exclamation point for feeling. It’s safe to say it was a great day.
Last week, I finally got the Chu’s Day posters we ordered from Books of Wonder. Each limited edition poster, which supports charity, was signed by Neil Gaiman and Adam Rex.
When I get my own house someday, I’ll save a special spot for putting this up.