April 1st, 2004

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Okay, so when we bought this house from my parents they had some books stacked in the garage and I said "OK, leave them there, I'll sort them out." That was about a year and a half ago and now I'm sorting because I need the space.

I'd already retrieved two tall stacks of mostly craft-related books (which happened to be near the door) which have been Ebayed (many of them, anyhow; some will be put up again at some point). Now we're working back through the other stacks, largely hardback book club editions of Sixties and Seventies fiction and/or mystery or horror paperbacks.

As far as I can tell, my parents must have belonged to multiple book clubs for twenty years or more and taken the Editor's Choice every month. Never mind a car boot sale; with this lot I could make inroads into stocking a smallish second-hand bookshop. I swear I didn't realise there were nearly this many. Well into three figures and we're not done yet. And these were just the ones they left behind!

And I don't even have kids. I pity the poor sod who winds up trying to triage my book collection some day.

Edited to add: however, I have found a nice hardback (even if book club) copy of Wilbur Smith's first novel among the crud... Ebay, here I come...