I donated loads of my books over the past few years. I was tired of them gathering dust; wanted them to be loved by others; wanted more space in the study/library;
I freed myself of my snobbery of thinking owning lots of books made me a good thinker.
I kept ones I’d truly loved or find useful or know I’ll have desire and time to read.
I love putting old books in our local Book Swap free mini library and not taking any.
They’re always gone the next day.
Interesting and beautiful feeling.
Though I am still snobbish enough to point out this photo doesn’t show all of the ones I’ve got left.
Freed myself of my snobbery in thinking owning lots of books make me a good thinker.
Zenmode 