We gave away our library of books

Michele, my wife, and I are voracious readers. She tends toward Scandinavian crime novels and I tend toward hard sci-fi, with us both dipping our toes into fantasy novels from time to time.

Over our 20+ years together, we collected quite a library of books, filling upwards of three Billy bookshelves. When the girls where little, our date night usually consisted of dinner and then a trip to the book store where we’d wander and each pick up 2–3 books to chew through.

Once the Kindle arrived, things began to change.

Reading a paper book, I found myself frustrated that I couldn’t press on the word to see a definition or highlight a passage. Fairly quickly, we moved to only reading on Kindles and not buying paper books.

After some time, we began to look at our wall of books with different eyes. Michele wanted more space for art and knick-nacks, and I was happy to get stuff out of the house.

So we basically gathered up all the books we had and donated them to the library.

Part of our library, (sorted by author of course), ready to be donated.

It was simple, easy, and we felt good about making an improvement to our local library. The hope that others would have a chance to enjoy these books exists when they are in the library, but not when they are on our shelves, gathering dust.