I have been resisting buying a Kindle, but because of all the books I have cluttering up the house, I may have to go that route. I'm going to try selling my books online. Not all of them, of course, but most of them. Maybe then I can afford the Kindle.
I have many first-edition mysteries, all with the book jackets intact and all in like-new condition. I love the feel and smell of a brand new hardback book. I like turning pages. I like looking at the place where my bookmark is to see how long it will be before I find out whodunit or whether or not the lovers unite (not meant as a double entendre, Theresa). I love settling down in my chair with a cat and a book.
But, Lordy, I have a lot of books!
This is one of two bookcases in the house that Richard did not build. It has space for a few more books, but not many, as you can see.
This is the bookcase in the breakfast nook, with most of our cookbooks on it.
The wall of bookshelves that Richard built.
The bookcase with all my writing books in it.
Bookcase #1 in the bedroom.
Bookcases #2 and #3 in the bedroom.
All these bookcases that Richard built are about seven feet tall, except for the wall of shelves which goes all the way to the ceiling.
This is the bookcase in the guest bedroom, which my grandfather built.
Do I have a lot of books or what??? So you can see why it's time to give in and get a Kindle and pass on most of my hard-copy books.