So I swore, on my rather spotty honor, that I would buy no more books until I had read at least half of the ones on my list, and indeed I have not.
I have, however, acquired another six boxes.
Lately I’ve been keeping an eye on the “free” section of craigslist to collect furniture for our house, and then yesterday evening an offer popped up of “Books – Religion, Philosophy, Ethics, Culture, Language, Literature.”
“OoooOOOoooh!” I said.
“No,” my roommate said.
At 11 AM this morning I send her a text message: “You’re going to kill me, but just remember, it was ALL FREE.”
Her: “::headdesk:: You got the books.”
What do you take me for? Of course I got the books.
Turns out it was this (very handsome) Russian guy who’d been a professor at one of the local colleges, and kept ten boxes of “his favorites” but still had another six to get rid of. I won the books by being bookishly enthusiastic and promising that I’d find homes even for the ones I didn’t want, that they weren’t just going to go in the dumpster.
And there were a lot, easily the majority, that I’m not interested in reading, because it turns out that he was a comparative religion professor and the books are weighted heavily in favor of Christian theology, but even though I’m not into that sort of thing, I spent long enough working at Half Price Books to know that plenty of other people are. I used to do this for a living, assessing book collections just like this one, and a quick glance told me that a number of these books were probably going for a quite a lot.
I’m about halfway done sorting them, and I’ve almost filled up a xerox box of the ones I’m going to try to sell online. The highest dollar book so far is selling for $95, followed by a couple that are $60+, and a handful in the $30-$40 range.
Life is suddenly behaving like World of Warcraft, in that people will pay me for things that I picked up off the ground.