My
story: One of the longest love affairs that I have had is the one
that I have had with books. My first memories as a toddler were that of my
mother reading to me. Later, I often would hang upside down from an old tree
branch and read my favorite books. I probably read “My Friend Flicka” a hundred
times in that position.
Since then, the gratitude that I have for them has expanded
profoundly. They have taken me on adventures beyond my wildest dreams. Even the
not-so-good books that I have read equally present a different perspective on
the world around me. Really, I can’t think of a book that I have read that
hasn’t added some sort of depth to this, my human experience.
One of my very favorite days of every month is my book club
night. On this night, a group of dear friends share their unique perspectives
on one common book. Through books, I learn more about the people that I love.
By keeping them on my shelves, people who love me will also get a glimpse into
my experiences.
My dream-home is a library of books, music and art. I really
don’t care how the structure looks, I just want these things within my walls.
Even though I have converted to the Kindle and mp3’s in a lot of instances,
there is something comforting about the ambience of a real paper book - the
smell of the ink, the yellowing of the pages.
The truth: The majority of the books that I own will not be
read again by me. They have already provided so much, and I am dishonoring them
by not providing them to others to read. They are collecting dust. I can
represent myself through discussions rather than things. The majority of books
that I read come from the library, and my house certainly does not have to
become one!
My action: 120 books lighter so far. Some of the books have
been donated to the neighborhood used bookstore, others went to the thrift
store. My favorites were given (or will be given) to friends who I know would
enjoy the read. I kept only the ones that I will read or refer to again, and
will make it my priority to get the ones I saved to their new homes.
One of the books that I kept was “Material World”, a photo
journal by Peter Menzel. He went around the world and took pictures of families
with all of their stuff outside of their houses. If you haven’t seen it, you
should. Please borrow it from me! This is something I have kept in mind through
this project so far. What would my yard look like if all of my stuff were on
the lawn?