Monday, November 2, 2015


I imagine we all have things that are difficult to part with.  For me, it's books. 
I know many people have switched to e-readers, but I just don't care for it.  I love the real thing.  And I reread books a lot, which makes it even HARDER to get rid of any, because what it I want to reread them????

However, I need the shelf space, and there are books I'm never going to reread. Anything by Dostoevsky, for a start.  I'll admit--I actually LIKE his books,but not enough to reread them.  And somewhere in that pile is Centennial by James Michener, which I loved, but every book of his is around 1000 pages long.  I'd like to read all of them, which makes it REALLY unlikely that I will ever get around to REREADING any of them. 

Also in this pile are my copies of To the Lighthouse and some collection of James Joyce's writings.  I get the point of stream of consciousness writing, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it.  I've hung on to anything considered a "classic" because I sort of felt like I should, but for many of them, all I've done with them since college is 1.) move them, usually involving hauling them up and down stairs, and 2.) dust them.  In spite of my fondest hopes, not once in all my years of dating did a man look at my bookshelves and swear his undying love for me because I had slogged my way through Chaucer or Tolstoy.  Go figure...........

Fall! Finally!

Even without extremely hot summers, I've always loved fall.  A little coolness in the air, leaves starting to turn, sweaters coming out-...