I have a lot of books on my bedside table. And on my shelf. And in my bookcases. I basically have books everywhere. Bought in second-hand shops, in bookstores, gifts, during my high school and university years I have stored them in my (and near to my) room until there was no space. The majority I have read them, some are still unread.
Yesterday in a rare but precious desire to order I decided that it was time to find some of these books a new home. I collected them in (more than) a pile on my bed, took some pictures and published them in my friends’ Facebook group. Soon I managed to give some of them away.
(I will bring the ones that nobody wants to the public library and if the librarian doesn’t want them I will put them in the “gifts” box they have).
I was so happy to give them to people that would appreciate them.
Unfortunately that will not happen to my high school text books.
They were “guilty” of occupying most of the space on my bookcases. I kept every single one of them, because I like books and I thought they would be useful someday.
Some months away from graduating, it was obvious that my math, biology and chemistry books, among others, would not be used, so yesterday I asked on Facebook and to friends what to do with them, maybe some kid wanted them (I don’t think math has changed in these years) but the answer was no. The publishing houses publish a new edition every year so parents are obligated to buy them new.
I brought them from the bookcases to my room. I took them one by one and opened them: they were brand new, perfectly kept. I thought about how much money my mother had spent on them and how useful they could be, and that soon they would become trash.
I carried them back to the bookcases, I still had to find a cardboard box to put them inside. I started feeling a crazy lower back pain right away. I could not sit or bend my back without it aching terribly.
One day after, I still have it, with a hot-water bottle that isn’t doing anything, and the books are still in the bookcases where I left them.
Maybe it was a sign. Or maybe at 22 I’m becoming too old to carry a pile of books.
So, what’s your relationship with books? :)
(The picture is from Tumblr. Don’t worry, my case is not too desperate :D)