Bookshelves as Shackles

Every blog I’ve ever created has ended up being about books, so I might as well accept the inevitable.

Yes, I want to talk about what I’m reading. But more than that, I want to deliver a PSA: get rid of your books.

I work as a library manager, so believe me when I say this:

Books are just copies.

And copies are just stuff.

And stuff just takes up space.

Be free!

“But, but, but!” you say?

I’m not the boss of you; do what you want. But my two cents is this: a lot of books aren’t worth beginning, let alone finishing, and fewer still are worth keeping in what little space most of us have for precious objects and mementos.

They’re horrid to move. They absorb smells. They attract dust. They seduce us into thinking they’re special snowflakes despite being mass produced. Does this sound like a person you’d put up with for any length of time? A house guest you’d let stay forever? So why lower the bar for 300 pages of bleached pulp?

Leave book accumulation to the professionals who actually have the climate control and human capital to make it work: the staff of book shops and libraries.

Let books into your life, but be sure to let them out again.

Be free!