Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Hello, my name is Tasha, and I am an addict....

Sad, but increasingly more true.

I love books.  Love them.  I love the outsides as well as the insides.  Of course I love a good story.  Sometimes I even really enjoy a plain old mediocre story.  But I also love the way a really old book smells.  I love the way a book from the 50s or 60s smells.  And I love the smell of a new textbook.  They're all a little different, ya know.  It's intoxicating. 

My love of books has been a little overwhelming to Husband for a while now.  I reconciled this to myself that he isn't really a reader, so he doesn't "get it".   But things have gotten to a point now that even I get a little tight chested when I walk into our "schoolroom".  There are stacks upon stacks upon stacks of books.  A major contributor to this is the fact that we've made some changes in our curriculum, and I needed to sort our books accordingly.  Sorting happened.  Re-shelving, not so much.


Seeing as we ascribe to a literary education in our homeschool, having a lot of books is kind of par for the course (unless, of course, you use the heck out of your library, which I'm trying to get better at).  I have been building our home library for a few years now, and I snatch up great finds from used book shops and thrift stores when I can.  I don't feel bad about owning these books; they are an investment in my children.  I just really need a better way to organize and keep track of what we've got.  And right now, looking at these stacks upon stacks upon stacks, I have an overwhelming urge to just chuck them all and start over!


I think instead, I'll put on my big girl pants, go down there and do the work.


And put a freeze on the book budget for a while.

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