I never managed to give away more than a dozen or so; after that, inertia and procrastination set in. So by the time I had to prematurely move out at the end of last year, the piles of books were summarily packed up again --- now with an added layer of cat fur and dust! --- and schlepped to my current place.
Then I discovered [email protected].
If you don't know what BookCrossing is, Wikipedia defines it as "the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise". It doesn't appeal to me, personally, but I found out that the library is collecting book donations for [email protected] Specifically: adult fiction in English in reasonably good condition.
So I've been sorting and bringing some of my books over in small batches --- as much as I can carry in a large Kinokuniya plastic bag, aptly. I'm sure I look like some kind of reformed English literature major, putting out all my Brontes and Eliots to pasture. I would stuff some Chaucer and Shakespeare in there too, if only they hadn't specified that they wanted fiction only.
I've made three trips so far and I think I have another two or three more before I'm done. Then I'll have to puzzle over what to do with the plays, poetry and non-fiction books I'm left with.
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