Dear Liza,
When we moved from Salinas to Portland seven years ago, we brought way too many books. I mean, we loved them, but they just wouldn’t fit in our new house. We sold what we could to second hand shops and gave dozens more away to local libraries.
Eventually, we culled down our collection to much-loved books that would fit in our space. Compromise triumphed, and Peace was at hand.
But they kept coming in! Years of Birthday gifts, book shop purchases and Tiny Free Library finds trickled in, squeezing into spaces, and before we knew it, we were up to our literary eyebrows in books again.
Time to cull some more. Over many weeks, I pulled books off the shelves and into a box in the garage. One box became two, and it was time.
Auntie Bridgett and I chose a bright, dry day, loaded up the wagon, and headed down to Belmont Books. Joe will pay cash for books, but is more generous with store credit. And, though it sets of a self-perpetuating cycle, we take it.
Because, you know… books. A cumbersome, but mostly harmless, addiction.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 