I just read A Kernel of Nonsense‘s: Book Haul September Additions, and it made me sad- because my September book haul was freaking awesome… and instead of gloating, I just get to fret about where we’re going to fit the freaking things!
This issue is more complicated for me because I share a one bedroom apartment with another full grown adult, a baby, and a dog. If you live anywhere outside of New York, your eyes are probably bugging out right now, but if you’re within the city limits… all you need to hear is that we got a rent stabilized apartment years ago and suddenly, I transform from miserable to lucky.
Someday, in my fantasy world, I will have an actual library- a huge, elegant room where all four walls are lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves complete with glass doors (to save on dusting). This is never going to happen unless I give up on this city entirely or manage to finish something that takes off like Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (You probably would need all the money from the first three Harry Potter books just to afford a space deemed “regular sized” by most Americans in New York- although that’s a whole different gripe)
So I’m stuck prioritizing- Do I have to own all of the books I read? Which ones will I be more likely to revisit in the future- the more serious, “respectable” ones or the more entertaining ones? These, and so many similar questions are not ones I have found answers for! So far, the only category I know I won’t want to revisit in the future are books like Baby Curious George’s Favorite Things.
I am trying to narrow it down, to force myself to make good use of the extensive public library two short blocks from my apartment, but the temptation to have and to hold the very same copy that I first read is too great… I keep investing in nice editions, because you never know which title you will fall in love with and not be able to let go? Right?