"Books to the ceiling, Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them."
That is how I felt, and how my house looked when I first looked around my apartment and realized how cluttered and overwhelming it was.
I had books. Books on bookshelves, on tables, on chairs, on counter tops, and even in stacks on the floor.
I simply had NO. more. space. And hundreds of them were books I'd never even read -- books I'd bought 2 or 3 or even more years ago, "intending" to read. (You booklovers out there know exactly what I'm talking about.)
I'd had the best of intentions, had anticipated reading all these books. I'd looked forward to it. Until I realized over 75% of the books in my possession were TBR (to be read).
And then my books, once so valued and wanted... became a burden. Every time I looked at the stacks and full bookshelves, I felt guilty for not reading them. Extremely guilty. I knew I would never read all of them, not at the rate I accumulate new ones. That's when I realized something had to give. It was either keep the mountains of books and read them all - a process that would literally take YEARS - or clear them out.
That's when I found this blog entry: http://www.becomingminimalist.com/2010/08/09/breaking-the-sentimental-attachment-to-books/
To Be Continued...