I was shocked by the number of books hauled out from shelves, under the bed, and from sock drawers. Even after the "keepers" were put in storage, there was a mountain of beautiful volumes on the floor.
Then my younger son and I excavated his room. (Yes, it was that bad. If we had allergies or asthma we'd be in hospital rather than just hacking!) We uncovered another truckload of books.
I don't think I exaggerate when I say there are a thousand dollars worth here that we no longer use, except as interesting clutter. So what am I doing writing more books? Am I just adding to the layers in other people's closets?
I did notice that very few books that I now have to give away are children's books. A few treasured ones are back in storage, but the rest are simply worn out, used up, and gone. That soothes my conscience a bit...children's books get loved over and over again until they disintegrate.
What do you do with your "done" books?