Books

My husband went through his book collection weeding out the books he no longer wanted and then limited himself to just one bookcase (down from 3) to house his favorites. He then pointed out all the books he no longer wanted and told me to go through them to see if there were any that I wanted to keep. The rest we'd get rid of.

Most of the books were purchased by my husband. He certainly has the zen of dejunking. I on the otherhand pick up the books, start looking through them, then wonder how much they cost and how much we could get from Amazon or Ebay for them. Of course, new books are pretty pricey, especially the hard cover ones. So I've wasted a lot of time looking them up on the internet, looking at methods of selling them. The truth is, I am too lazy to go through the whole process of trying to sell them on Amazon or Ebay. After weeks of going through the books, and hauling them off to the library or begging friends to help themselves, I have reached my saturation point. I told my husband I didn't want to go through the rest anymore. He had to just box them up and I would not look at them and experience any angst and we would cart them off to the library.

So, goodbye Joseph Campbell, Stephen Covey, Winston Churchill, Shakespeare, Dickens etc.
These people sure had a lot of words in their heads. Truthfully, they go above my head. I am unashamed to say that - I am not an intellectual. These books just have too many words. Can't they just say what they want to say in point form? Which led me to wonder, are intellectuals happier than non-intellectuals? Are philosophers too busy philosphizing to actually be happy? And what about all those Budhists and Taoists? Are they leading productive lives just sitting there meditating and teaching people to be disconnected? Why are there so many religions started by men? Obviously, I went through a lot of my husband's philosophy books.

Well, I'm sure the Friends of the Library will be happy to get the books and we will be happy patrons of the library.