I organize books like everything else in my life: by emotion. I did not recognize this system as a system until the day I decided to cull the herd once and for all.
My purge began with the books I loved in college, all of them cubbied beneath a low, slanted skylight. These are books I haven’t opened in decades... and yet the sight of their dusty spines left me so helpless with nostalgia that removing even one felt like breaking up a family.
Most book lovers come to the Great Purge sooner or later, usually later, when they're one book shy of divorce or eviction or suffocation or a call from the production team at Hoarders.
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