My husband is an avid collector. He has an extensive collection of sports cards, rare coins, comics, records and books. When I finally moved in after we got married, I was really stunned to discover the vast collection. Although, everything was properly stored in the closets and bookcases, I needed those closet space to accommodate my belongings.
We had to come up with an action plan. To sell used books was his first suggestion. But the bookworm in me, just couldn’t fathom the thought of selling books. At that instance, I was imagining how our place would look like if I shipped my book collection too. I would not have any doubt that we can outfit a decent sized library.
I had to weed out tons of shoes and clothes (his, of course) and donated them to Salvation Army. Eventually, I sequestered all the drawers (all of the 9) of the dresser, and half of the walk-in closet in the master bedroom all to myself. He has the smaller closet and the armoire all to himself.
To say that I love books is an understatement. Even with the advent of Kindle, I did not even think of acquiring one. I still like the idea of turning the crisp pages of a new book. I must have book fetish because I love owning my books. Yes, I have easy access to the public library but I like the idea of keeping what I read. Blame it on the fact that when I was still a student, I got used to buying all my textbooks new. Borrowing or buying used books was not a welcoming thought for me. I always believed that when it’s a new semester, I have to have new books for good luck.