As with any good book addict, I am a frequenter of used book stores. One of the first things I did when I found out we were moving to Dallas was look up the local sellers, and when we came down to visit, I made sure we looked at one of them–Lucky Dog Books. And oh man, guys, it’s HEAVEN. And…it’s maybe a mile down the road from my house.
I usually have a stack in the corner my shelf somewhere, or on the floor–where ever I can find room–of “reject books.” Books that I didn’t care for, or just don’t need. Things that I can trade or sell back to make room for others.
This is that stack:
It’s getting too big for the bookshelf at this point, since I’ve been going through my boxes and finding things as we unpack, that I haven’t seen in awhile.
A couple of novels that aren’t my taste any more. Dave Ramsey, there at the bottom, is no longer needed, since aside from some pesky student loans, I’m almost debt free now! Woot! And then there’s that baby book, which, NO I did not buy because I had a child. I bought it when I found out I was going to be an aunt for the first time and thought it might come in handy. It pretty much just convinced me that I should leave the mothering up to real mothers. Into the stack it goes!
Time to get rid of these and make room for more!
Despite your words of explanation, I’m busy laughing at “What to Expect the First Year,” Murkoff, Mazel.
I’m about to move and I suspect I’ll have a similar pile soon. I always donate mine to the local library. 🙂