the book battle

I’m in this huge battle to give up books. This became really clear in the Seattle move when the movers told me I was moving 5 thousand pounds and 2 thousand of them were books.

 

I’ve been trying to give up books ever since.

 

In varying degrees, I am winning. I’m down like 1,500 pounds of books since then, and with every new move, it goes down a little more. And I move a LOT. Now it’s down to at least 500 pounds or less.

 

I worry about my priorities. I’ll be sorting through a stack of books and hit Calvin & Hobbes and say, Oh fuck you absolutely not, those stay. Or Captain Underpants. He stays, God Dammit!

 

I suspect this doesn’t much say I am an adult.