So, as I have griped previously (no surprise that it should be in a post concerning a specific book), we are moving. Yes, it is only to the house next door (same landlord, has a bit more space, better insulation, etc.), but damn is it ever stressful right now. Particularly for me as I try to weed through the 1,000+ book collection I have amassed over the last decade at this address. In the last 48 hours, via the “keep your stuff out of landfills at all costs” project, Freecycle, I have given away something in the neighborhood of 300 books. Of my efforts to organize the surviving volumes, earlier this afternoon, I remarked on Twitter:
Screw alphabetical order. Books shall have 2 categories: ‘Yucky’ (sad/scary nonfiction/reference) & ‘Yummy’ (best of fiction/memoir/poetry).
(and then, later:)
(And don’t remind me that there’s plenty of crossover between the categories! Today I have *zero* tolerance for ambiguity, despite the bio1.)
So, as if I don’t have enough diversions that enable my slacking off on the packing, I thought I’d take a moment to distinguish what I mean by the “Yummy” and “Yucky” delineations. Mind you, I only had my crappy camera phone with me when I snapped these shots in what will soon be my new office next door (also: what appears in the two shots still doesn’t include all the books, even after the purges of the last two days). I’ve made some little notes on the Flickr pages (click through to read) for some titles of note.
Books that are yummy (click through for notes on individual titles):
Books that are yucky (click through for description below picture; photo’s too grainy to really make out any of the titles, which is just as well, but my reasons for classifying them in the “yucky” category are best explained on the Flickr page):
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1 At the moment, my bio on my Twitter page reads as follows:
Suspiciously tolerant of ambiguity. Owner of “colorful” history. Eviscerates sacred cows. Sometimes devastating, sometimes funny. (NOT for the faint of heart.)
