So today my mom obligated me to throw out books. Yes, my mom. I don’t have the heart to give up my books, but to be honest I agree with my mom. My bookshelf is a complete mess, you can’t even grab a book without another one falling out. Anyway, my process was to take out all the books and then put in the ones that I love or haven’t read. But while I was taking out books, the nostalgia hit me. Here is the thing about my bookshelf, I have books that have been with me all my life, seriously. There are from baby coloring books to young sexy adult books. So yeah all my life was kept in that bookshelf. Right now I don’t know what to do. My bed and part of my room are filled with books that I don’t want to give away. Like every book, even if it’s a baby one, has a special place in my heart. Some help me learn to read, others help me learn new words, and some others taught me the experience of getting sumerge in a story and be part of it, live emotions you will not in real life. And what if I want to read it later? Call me crazy, but I love reading and I love books and they have been very helpful in personal stuff. Still, as I am writing this I don’t know what I will do, if I will give/donate them or I will keep them and hide them from my mom. I only know one thing I am a hoarder af. Because it’s not only with books...
Btw if I knew an organization or something like that, which is accepting book donations, I would gladly donate them. But that’s not the case where I live, so yeah that’s that.
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