Something that became obvious during the whole house moving thing was that I own a lot of books. I mean, I knew I had a lot, but when they starting filling box after box after box I realised that I have more than just “a lot”. Especially history books. If you want to read a biography about someone who’s been dead for over a hundred years then I’m your girl. In that category there are a lot of books that I bought purely for research purposes for writing and haven’t picked up since. Now acutely aware that storage is not infinite, last week I did something I’ve been meaning to do for a while: I joined the library. 🙂



