Speculation, Fact and Fiction

One bit of business we accomplished this half-term just gone was clearing out the boys' bookcases. A cull of the out-grown books etc was long overdue and there's a new Oxfam books and music shop just opened in Witney, so that was an ideal prompt.

So we now have a hefty pile of stock for them - and the outgrown-but-too-much-loved-to-give-away books crated up for the attic. Like Mog, and Meg and Mog, and Kipper and Percy the Park Keeper... Was it only 10 years ago I was reading those so often I could recite them in my sleep?

Anyway, I also had a cull of my own shelves, resulting in three carrier bags full of paperbacks now waiting to depart. Not bad books by any means, but ones I know hand-on-heart I'll never reread and more ruthlessly now, singletons by authors I enjoy but generally read out of the library rather than buying, if that makes sense.

Not that this frees up enough shelf-space for all the books still stacked on the floor in various places, you understand...

The main consequence of this is I am now itching to re-read all the stuff I have left. It's ages since I read any Wodehouse, or the Brother Cadfaels, and I wouldn't mind reacquainting myself with the early Robert Crais or Val McDermids, or how about spending some time with some early Larry Niven? Georgette Heyer? Miss Read's Cotswold novels?

What to do?