I saw this today on Twitter (it's job thing). Courtesy of Kepler's Books @keplers and captioned with the note "I didn't know I needed this--until I saw it." It reminded me of an important lesson I learned when I downsized and moved last summer. Books are keepers. I had little trouble selling furniture, tossing boxes of "mementoes," streamlining my wardrobe. But getting rid of books was a challenge. Even ones I hadn't touched in years. Each held a certain place in my life. Together they show growth, or lack thereof. Assembled in cases, they take up an entire wall in my wee condo. But it is the anchor of my home and, I believe, my soul. Every book I gave away went to a used bookstore, safe in the knowledge that it would likely end up in someone else's hands and home for some time.
I hope it goes without saying -- if you, another Print Dinosaur, have made it this far -- we have a responsibility to keep purveyors of books in business. So when not if you need to buy a book (and we now know that you're mistaken if you don't), go to your local independent bookseller.
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