In Norway I made a book cupboard that fit most of my modestly sized books. The big ones live in the robust cupboard I had since I was a child. And I decided that that book cupboard should be it. Every time I buy or get a new book, therefore, and old one has to go. And I can’t resist buying books. I keep on buying climate-related books, like the one I blogged about recently (and I have another one! I may get to that one soon, and then I’ll write a review). I also get books. And in Norway I bought a few books in Norwegian, as that’s not so easy here in England.
I had already dealt with some of the more conspicuous targets, but that wasn’t enough. And then I fell ill. Not ill enough to sleep all day but too ill to work. Which as unpleasant and boring, but the only upside of it is that basically the only thing you can then still do is read books. Novels, preferably, as tougher stuff can’t be digested by my cottonwooly, slimy head. So I’m making progress! Only after having read a book I can decide if it’s worth to keep. So maybe this throat infection will let me catch up with myself, with my bookshelf!