One of my weaknesses is that I hate throwing things away—books especially.
I keep books, even if I know I'll never read them, usually because they represent memories, or because they belonged to my parents, or whatever.
But on a very few occasions I have thrown away, or given away books. I gave several boxes of books away to charity when my life partner died in 2013, because I just had no interest in her type of books. I did keep a few that were useful or had sentimental value.
On other occasions I have given away duplicates of books, or outdated volumes of publications that are updated annually, like Leonard Maltin's movie guide. I have even thrown away books, for instance where they were really just catalogs or prospectuses.
But generally, I keep books.
Posts: 693 | Location: Cape Town, South Africa | Registered: 29 December 2001
Deliberately chucked one book into the dumpster in the hopes that no one would ever read it. It was a collection of scary/weird stories, and it contained ONE STORY that was so gross/sick/anti-human by the odious Clive Barker that I sent the whole collection to burn. Call me the fireman.
Regarding Clive Barker, I don't blame you. I absolutely LOVED Scott Bakula from 1989-1995, when he starred in several projects I just couldn't stand, one being Lord of Illusions from 1995, written and directed by Barker, which I even saw in the theater. I have scarcely followed Bakula's work since, and I used to just LOVE him!
Posts: 7244 | Location: Dayton, Washington, USA | Registered: 03 December 2001
I bought one book I should have burned at the $1.00 table at the book sale when the oldest library in the state was going out of business, it was the Necro-something, maybe comicon, and it was all about The Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young and some fishy thing called Cthulhu and how to call down hungry weirdies from other space-time continua, and I thought, Is this the kind of thing I'd want my daughters to read? and I said NO! so i decided to burn it in the largest open-pit volcano in Arkansas, Mt. Idy, but these shadow-things kept battering on my windows, I went anyway but the shadow-things grabbed at me every time I went to sleep and Gumby sat on me and held me down and SpongeBob tore it from my fingers so now strange lights flash over the skies of Arkansas and 3 sinister kings have arrived on the bus.This message has been edited. Last edited by: mike westphal,