For a few years now I have been reducing my book collection. It has been a very slow process, but every now and then I have a frenzy of clearance, usually associated with the need to make room for more yarn. What I have not even considered touching:
I love my collection of Miss Read books. I discovered her during a month-long break I took from residency, when my brain was literally falling apart. I moved into the spare bedroom, and basically slept, ate, and read in bed for four weeks. I read all the Miss Read books I could find in our library, then went online and discovered the world of ABE, and started collecting first editions — as though a first printing of a first edition was somehow different from everything subsequent. Miss Read was quiet and comforting, and offered a world that somehow always ended up where it needed to be. And when I was done with my month, the headache to end all headaches was also gone. RIP, Miss Read.