My project to get rid of a healthy percentage of the books I've accumulated over the years is moving steadily along. This week alone I managed to move about 80 books out of the house to new ownership, and that brings my total moved count to right at 130 books. And the best news for me is that I'm finding it easier and easier to cull books from my stacks.
Granted, I'm running out of exile candidates, but I do still have two more closets (that house at least 400 books between the two of them) to get through, so more are bound to go.
In the process, I've reorganized my bookshelves to the degree that the 800 books, or so, on the shelves are all there because they have attained a certain status in my mind. They are there for specific reasons. I have my shelves grouped into small sections but the bulk of the books are titles filed alphabetically by author - regardless of whether the books are fiction, nonfiction, poetry, plays, or anything else. Then I have those smaller sections such as: autographed books, Modern Library volumes from the forties and fifties, Library of America collection, books on books, author biographies, novels using famous authors as characters, baseball books, books about long walks or trips, books on classic country music artists, and books of all types relating to the American Civil War.
So I've been pretty busy. But it's been worth the hours I've burned doing it so far and I feel that the shelves are finally coming under some semblance of control. And, boy, have I found a bunch of books I can't wait to read, books that have been out of sight for so long that I almost forgot that I even had them.
This has actually been fun...I'm shocked to say that.