My mother asked me if I had anything to donate to her church bazaar, so I decided this was the time to get rid of a wall of books I'm never going to read again. I just spent a couple of hours going through them and packing them into boxes, I'm keeping a few hundred and giving away the rest. It's a collection I've spent forty years putting together, but for a very long time it's just felt like a waste of space. This isn't even my first purge, I've given away hundreds over the years, usually before a move. This feels different because I'll be left with so few, but why keep them if I'm never going to read them again? Once upon a time all my friends were voracious readers, and visits here almost always left with books being loaned, but that's no longer the case. It's been a year or two since I loaned a book. So, tomorrow she drops by to pick them up. I hope I don't regret this.