Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

1 August 2010

Episode "Book Fiasco"

Seems like I finally managed to separate dA and these. Yay? They still have corresponding journals too often, but oh well.

Around twenty minutes ago I found out my grandmother has stored books up in the attic; the space that isn't really a part of the house, doesn't have insulation and isn't even near safe from the weather. If that's not bad enough? They weren't in shelves, nor were they properly stacked. Some of them had paperclips in then, permanently twisting the pages, some of them were thrown into a pile, some of them dumped like clothes in a laundry basket three sizes too small. Some of them... it was horrible. Don't have the words. I cried.

I don't know how anyone could let this happen. My opinion of her keeps getting worse and worse. Ugh... Just another reason to hate maturing. It's not like I grow to hate relatives for fun.

The only reason I took so long was salvaging them, bringing them indoors and telling her to stay away from them.

I'm just so... disappointed. Mad. Devastated. Sorry for the poor books. For once, I don't care if you think I'm crazy.

I've been like this since I was a child; getting attached to places and objects, feeling for them, respecting books no matter what. Some of the ones I saved I wouldn't touch with a pole in any other circumistances, but I couldn't just let it happen any longer.

The reason I didn't notice this any sooner? They had been thrown all around the place, and it was only recently one of my cousins arranged them.

So now I have a huge box full of books I probably won't read.

I'll see what to do with them; maybe sell off the ones I believe will get new homes and are in a suitable condition; keep some of them, like the Alice in Wonderland compilation from year who-knows-which in English; just... keep the rest safe and mourn for them after asking around for those willing to adopt no matter the condition.

... I'm afraid I had to leave the gossip magazines; they're a waste of space and no one would buy them anyway. Those I never had much respect for.