An old friend of mine will come to pick up the boxes to donate to the hospital near her where they have an annual book sale and the $$ raised goes to the hospital in charity. Which is great because trying to find a place to donate the books in Toronto is difficult. No one wants books it seems and everyone wonders why we're raising a nation of idiots! At least now they're going someplace that will benefit.
When I see the amount of books I've purchased over the years whether it be at full price or at a discount I'm shocked at the amount of money I've spent. Easily in the thousands if not double digit thousands. It's staggering. I laugh because I think I have a book fetish or rather I'm just a book hoarding bibliophile. Either way...they must go. It is not good to hold on to 'things'.
I think this is part of a process I've started to let go of the old. To start again after what happened at the beginning of this year. I will rise out of the ashes like the phoenix or like Khalessi did on Game of Thrones - out of the fire - transformed, renewed...starting with the books.