We had hundreds of books on bookshelves all over the house. I feel sad whenever I think about them. When I moved, I had no other choice but to give most of them away. Well, I hope other people are enjoying them now.
I’m so very sorry, Tired. That’s tragic. I, too, hope that your book are somewhere cherished by someone old enough to remember how good a book feels in your hand. And the smell of an aged one. I won’t mention taste, as that brings back too many memories of Triskit’s fixation with the glue binding of some of my older volumes.