I was pretty grumpy a few weeks ago and decided to solve that by finding some things to throw out. Because I always enjoy that. So I sat down in front of the upstairs bookcase and weeded books.
There are about 30 books in there. Special mentions to a few below.
3 of them have been set aside for a friend, 15 or so went on Bookmooch because they were listed on people’s wishlists there so I thought there was a decent chance of them being grabbed quickly, and the rest went to the bookswap shelf at the local Tube station.
It felt good but it doesn’t really seem to have made much of a difference to the absurd number of books I still have (532 at last count, excluding ebooks and language/accountancy books).
Most of the books were culled because they were non-descript crime novels by people I’d never heard of. I have more than enough books already to last me at least 5 years so decided I’d just scrap anything I wasn’t hugely excited about.
I did get rid of Love in the Time of Cholera because I can’t stand One Hundred Years of Solitude though!