Tuesday, 22 April 2008
On books and book hoarding
A visiting son, surveying the crammed bookcases in every room (not to mention the piles of books on surfaces and floors) asked me 'don't you ever get rid of any books?' And the answer of course is no. I know I'll probably never read more than half a dozen of them again, but that's not the point. I simply can't bear to part with books; any books. I love to HAVE them, look at them, remember where and when I read them, why I loved (or hated) them, lend them (and forget who I've lent them to). It's a kind of greed. I have books on subjects I'm not at all interested in, books I've inherited, books from childhood, stolen school text books. We have friends who literally discard paperbacks as soon as they've read them, and I find this quite incredible. Someone said that books furnish a room. I think they furnish a life. What does anyone else think? What do you do with your books?