Tuesday, September 19, 2006
It's Library Week. Thanks to Penny and Karen for reminding us.
When I visit the library I mostly come home with non-fiction. Autobiographies, diet/fitness books (so I can read up and scoff at all the latest diets), books about other countries. I don't bring home much fiction even though I love reading. At the library I get overwhelmed by the choice and pick up book after book that doesn't interest me. I prefer to buy fiction (and cook books, but that's another story).
We have a library at home. I know that's a luxury. Books are so cool and it's great to have somewhere to store them. Our library is a quiet place. A kids-free zone. A technology-free zone. Just a place to read (or play the piano or electric guitar - actually - it's not so quiet at times!). A place to store/display my collection of religious artwork (some inherited from my grandparents). But lately the book piles have grown too much and DH is having a wee clean out. Well that means he has pulled books off the shelves and turned them into piles on the floor. Piles of books he thinks would sell on TradeMe. He buys dozens every year on TradeMe. We read different stuff. The only place we cross over is Patricia Cornwell. The problem is I hate selling books. It takes hours to list them on Trade Me and to pack them up and take them to the Post Shop. I would rather give them away. Visitors to our home get the first dibs.
It's a good time to visit.