Books. I have so many, I counted them once and when I got to 1000 I gave up.

Many were my hubbys, trains, planes and bicycles, autobiographies, war and history. Stories about Rommel or Rome. My books are science fiction or fact, mysteries, art and illustration. We shared a love of JRR Tolkien and Ursula K Le’Guin and other writers such as Terry Pratchett. All our books are intermingled, it’s hard to see where ones obsession ends and the other starts.

Books are a library, some I’ve read over and over again, sometimes overnight, finishing the last page as the sun rises. Others I’ve savoured over months. Some bored me, but I still wanted to finish them. 

But now? Can I let some go, like puppies to a new home? I might never read them. If anyone knows of a book charity for schools let me know?

I’m glad Esther posted this prompt, it’s made me think about things.