As part of the move to a new house, we’ve got about thirty boxes of books in the basement right now; everything we had, boxed up. That’s maybe 1,000 or 1,500 books; and that’s after we gave away a few hundred each year to the Sunnyvale Library. Lots of books. And they’re heavy.
I used to think that I really loved books – with the advent of the Kindle and iPad, what I’ve discovered is that it’s not so much the books that I loved as the reading. So my relationship with books is changing.
On the one hand, I really like the physical reminders of what I’ve read and the works that have most meaningfully shaped my thinking over the years. It’s neat to walk by a bookshelf and have the spines of the books remind me of my UX work in school, or my interest in various histories, or even some of the fiction I read when I was a kid. And I like that other people can get a glimpse into my background that way, not to mention that it’s always great to hand someone a book after a dinner together. (Increasingly, as SPL gets older and able to read, I’m hoping to share some of my favorite books from childhood, too.)
On the other hand, they’re heavy. And a hassle to move around. And they take a lot of space. And when they’re in my bookshelves, they’re not really very useful to people who haven’t read them yet, like they might be if they lived in a library instead.
And, increasingly, they’re showing an out-of-date picture of what books & writing influence me. The past 200 or so books I’ve read have all been electronic (with maybe half a dozen exceptions), so the most contemporary view of what influences me is probably on my blog or my Kindle account. Not totally satisfying.
So as I unpack all the books (I saved them to the end, basically), I’ve got to figure out what to do with them all. I’m going to try to give away about half of them. We’ll see how I do on that, but I figure they’ll do more people more good if we give them to a library.
As I go box by box, though, I’m realizing that I have no good mental model on which books to keep and which to get rid of. Keep all the coffee table books? Get rid of all the random history books? Keep books by people I know? Get rid of things that are mostly text, better to read by Kindle? Keep things that SPL might like as a kid? I don’t really know, and it’s interesting emotionally.
So far, though, here’s what I’m keeping: