I’ve written about it before and this probably won’t be the last time either that I talk about the one thing that really defines me – my beloved books!
Or is it really the one thing that defines me? How sad would that be, if that was true? It is difficult to define one self though…
However, that was not what I was thinking about today. My books. They are all packed down. The ones I didn’t give away before moving are the ones I really love.
Or are they? Right now they are sitting in boxes and can’t really be unpacked until the apartment has been renovated. We are waiting for this to happen, but we haven’t got a clue on when it will happen. Some time between now and June, is what we’ve been told. And even though the books aren’t harming anyone, they are kind of weighing me down.
It’s weird, something you love is making you feel heavier…
Now I read this blog (this one) and this guy talked about chucking ALL your books for a Kindle. His arguments were good and made me actually want one even though I’ve never before considered reading a book on anything but paper. And now I’ve ordered one! I’ve had it delivered to my friend’s house in Vegas because the price was one third off if I bought it in the US instead of in Sweden, and I am picking it up in April – I am SO excited and cannot wait until I get to try it out!
And that brings us back to the books that I love. I am not sure why I need to hold on to them, why I need to feel like I own them. If I want to re-read them I can do so on my *excited squeal* Kindle, but so far I haven’t had time to read them again because there are so many books in the world and I just don’t have enough time for them all!
I think I’ve decided in my heart to give them all away, there’s just one tiny problem – who will get my babies? Who will love and cherish them as I do?
Until I figure it out I will keep them in their boxes.