I clearly must love to be surrounded by boxes. In the last apartment I lived in we never really unpacked anything. Then when we moved in to our house we moved the boxes into a room in the back and some out into the shed and ignored them there as well; they were considerably less in the way, but still available if the urge to stand surrounded by cardboard towers taller than oneself became irresistible. Now I'm moving many (but not all) of them again and for the first time in years I am approaching the job of going through the boxes containing my books and getting my books out onto shelves.
Now I wouldn't think anyone would want to rush such a long anticipated activity, so I've come across a scheme that will help draw it out across many pleasurable months of shelving: I am taking one book out of a box at a time, deciding if it is a book I wish to keep or discard, and, if I have decided to keep it, entering it into my list of books on LibraryThing. So far, I've put away seventeen books.
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