So, recently I cleared out all of my books in an effort to impose some order on my life.
Problem: 3 bookcases cluttering up my sun room and approx 500 books distracting me from my work.
Answer: Box everything up and shove it under the house.
New problem: What am I going to read?
New answer: Keep out a dozen or so books for when I just have to read something.
After everything was boxed up and put away I looked at the books that I had kept out and was a little suprised.
My dozen books contained not a single work of fiction and most of these books were related to skepticism. The longer I looked at this pile of books the more meaningful it became. I’ve been collecting my books for a long time and a lot of treasure went in to those boxes. Books I would never throw away or trade, some of them worn thin as you like with no other reader but me ever touching them. Sci/Fi (Niven/Heinlein), fantasy (Pratchett/Tolkien), thrillers (Hiassen/Patterson), historical fiction (Sutcliffe/Cornwell), horror (Stephen King) and classics like Dracula, Pride and Prejudice and Heart of Darkness. None of these books made the cut to stay out of the box and with me. Boy, I think I’ve really changed.
Let me take you through the list and why these books had to stay: