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	<title>Comments on: I&#8217;m moving my books</title>
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		<title>By: cathy b</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswomanswork.com/2005/04/18/im-moving-my-books/#comment-12874</link>
		<dc:creator>cathy b</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 00:09:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not a boring entry, I read every word. But, I'm working on similar stuff right now: we're remodeling the basement so we can later remodel the kitchen, and other parts of the household--each containing a bookshelf or two--will need to be shifted to deal with temporarily altered spaces.

I have a 1960s Readers' Digest condensed book in my shelf of writing books. Every few years I forget why the hell I would keep a RDC, pick it up, open it and find the inscription my adored grandmother wrote when I was 10 and she gave it to me for my birthday. I had been reading it at her house and she thought I'd want it. I wish I could take her writing off the page and put it into one of the other lovely books I have from her house after she died--the first edition of The Yearling, or the lovely illustrated Poe or Shakespeare. But nope--the one she gives her love to me in is a weird old RDC. I'll keep it forever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not a boring entry, I read every word. But, I&#8217;m working on similar stuff right now: we&#8217;re remodeling the basement so we can later remodel the kitchen, and other parts of the household&#8211;each containing a bookshelf or two&#8211;will need to be shifted to deal with temporarily altered spaces.</p>
<p>I have a 1960s Readers&#8217; Digest condensed book in my shelf of writing books. Every few years I forget why the hell I would keep a RDC, pick it up, open it and find the inscription my adored grandmother wrote when I was 10 and she gave it to me for my birthday. I had been reading it at her house and she thought I&#8217;d want it. I wish I could take her writing off the page and put it into one of the other lovely books I have from her house after she died&#8211;the first edition of The Yearling, or the lovely illustrated Poe or Shakespeare. But nope&#8211;the one she gives her love to me in is a weird old RDC. I&#8217;ll keep it forever.</p>
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		<title>By: landismom</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 14:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gee, your house sounds like mine. My mom once asked me if there was any room in our house that didn't have a bookshelf, and I was like, duh, the bathroom, the water is bad for them! That was before we moved the cookbooks out of the kitchen, though.

I go through the same questioning about books all the time. Why am I hanging on to a copy of "Goat Brothers", a way-too-long book that I didn't really like the first time, and will never read again? I wish I knew.

My favorite excuses for hanging onto books are: 1) I'll want the kids to read that one day, and 2) but it's a first edition! Now mind you, most first editions of contemporary fiction will be lucky to regain their own original purchase price in value in my lifetime. Still, I maintain this fiction as if it's some kind of investment strategy.

Hmmm, now I'm feeling the need to go reorganize my books...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gee, your house sounds like mine. My mom once asked me if there was any room in our house that didn&#8217;t have a bookshelf, and I was like, duh, the bathroom, the water is bad for them! That was before we moved the cookbooks out of the kitchen, though.</p>
<p>I go through the same questioning about books all the time. Why am I hanging on to a copy of &#8220;Goat Brothers&#8221;, a way-too-long book that I didn&#8217;t really like the first time, and will never read again? I wish I knew.</p>
<p>My favorite excuses for hanging onto books are: 1) I&#8217;ll want the kids to read that one day, and 2) but it&#8217;s a first edition! Now mind you, most first editions of contemporary fiction will be lucky to regain their own original purchase price in value in my lifetime. Still, I maintain this fiction as if it&#8217;s some kind of investment strategy.</p>
<p>Hmmm, now I&#8217;m feeling the need to go reorganize my books&#8230;</p>
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