It’s the monsoon and it seemed prudent to take out my books and air them.
Also, I took the opportunity of counting them.
I was thinking somewhere around 200. Boy, was I wrong!!
637 books in all. Not including the 20 or so comic strips.
Thankfully none have been attacked by the dreaded silver fish.
My husband has kindly informed me that we needn’t worry till we reach 2000.
I would be worried at 1000.
Where am I going to store them all? And yet, I don’t have the heart to sell any of them. Even the most horrible works.
But then, being the imminently practical person that I am, I probably will. After all, there’s no point in keeping books no-one will ever read.
They look so neat stacked up like that.
Now to begin putting them back. Sigh!
p.s. staccato sentence post.