I love buying books. I love reading books. I love hoarding books.
As a result I have a basement with multiple bookcases filled with books - novels, cookbooks, travel guides, biography, autobiography, art books, self-help books. The list goes on.
The last few years I've resisted getting rid of any of the books, not just because I love having them around, but because I thought it was important for the kids to have books around. I also thought that when they got older, they could go and peruse my books and find some interesting reads that they would not otherwise have come across. I have quite fond memories of finding "Rosemary's Baby" among my mom's books. I want my kids to find that hidden treasure too.
But then along came the iPad for Christmas last year. Within a few weeks I discovered the Kindle app. How glorious. I could now read in bed in the dark, finish a book, and instantly buy and download my next one. I didn't even have to roll over, or even shift the covers. I became a fan.
Then I overthought it - or maybe just thought it through. I was spending, on average, just about $10 a book for some digital bit that I couldn't access in any other way than through the Kindle app on my iPad. Maybe there is some way to access it, but not easily from my perspective. What a waste.
And, throughout the summer, I tried to get rid of some of the clutter in the house. Suddenly the thought came to me: My beloved books are really a form of clutter! While my kids may find some treasures in among my stash, will they really consider "Great Britain 1989" a treasure?
Too many books. Too expensive to keep getting e-books. Too hooked on reading in the dark with my iPad.
What's a girl to do?
Find out in my next post.