It's going to be difficult because there are at least five more boxes of books downstairs. Two boxes of CD's. Multiple boxes of knick-knacks.
I will have to be harsh.
Cold. Unemotional. Distant. Ruthless.
All easily done when dealing with lovers, boyfriends, husbands and the like. Not nearly so easy when it's my beloved books.
I will be reciting this post to myself, during the entire time. Especially #5 "If you don’t use it, need it, love it, or feel inspired by it, get rid of it."
I think it's serendipity that it showed up in my bloglines this morning.