Yes, I’m still hanging on to a lot of books. I am having trouble letting go of two books I added to my collection back when I was eleven or twelve.
I picked up these books and remembered, more than the meaning of the text within, how I felt when I first read them.
With Audre Lorde’s The Black Unicorn (1978), I remembered that this book was a light in a very dark time, when I felt completely alienated among humanity (aka middle school LOL) and with Haiku Harvest (1962), I had forgotten how drawn I was to Japanese culture, in the sparkly imaginative way belonging to my preteen years.
Why is it so hard to let go of inanimate objects? Even for the sake of living more lightly on my B.F.F. Nature?
But the good news is that I may end up getting rid of a whole stack of coffee table books! My fear of letting go of my book friends made me take the photo without the spines. (Here’s hoping I won’t continue to hoard them. *laugh*)
What about you? What inanimate objects do you hang onto evoke nostalgia? Or how do you let go?
(I’m not sure how this topic is going to work out–I miss Science Saturdays! LOL)