I’m continuously having to give up my book collections, and finally, finally, it’s beginning to piss me off.
I’ve dreamed about an office lined with bookshelves for so long that I can practically reach out and touch it. But I’ve moved so many times in the past few years (at least six times in the last three), that it’s almost impossible to take my books with me wherever I go. So I’ve given away hundreds through BookMooch, I’ve donated dozens to libraries, I’ve handed them off to friends, and I’ve even tried selling a few.
Between India and America, I still have a collection of 300 books that I’d like to keep. Some, I haven’t even read yet.
And now, when finally the dream of having that office with books lining the walls seems closer than ever, there’s simply no way I can afford to take my books with me when I move.
That just breaks my heart.
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