green_dreams: Teddy bear wielding wooden sword to fight off terrible monster. (because my heart is pure)
I'm clearing out more books, and it's weird. I have a lot of books. Most of them still aren't in Goodreads (and I get that funny guilty twinge whenever it recommends a book I've already read and have on the shelves to me). And given that Goodreads lists about six hundred books on my "owned" shelf, and yes, I really did mean most of them still aren't in the system...

...I have a lot of books.

It's being a lot easier to cull them this time, and it's nothing to do with not wanting to read. On top of the books, I have a particular attitude: I don't want to be the kind of person who gets rid of a book. I have had this attitude for a long time. I've had it since before we bought our house.

I've had it since before I rented my own place.

I've had it since before I moved out and went to university.

I've had it since before I went to boarding school in Switzerland[1], and that was for ninth grade.

Like some of the books I still own, I've had it since I lived in London as a kid.

I think it's very easy to embrace absolutes when you're a kid. And it's easy not to question those absolutes, especially when they're not overtly harmful. I don't want to be the kind of person who lets go of a book. Because books are awesome, dammit. I mean, that hasn't changed for me--books are amazing, books make me happy, new ones can be a wonder and old ones are a comfort and I don't see this changing. I love (the best of) my books, and I love the idea of books, and I have a respect for the physical integrity of books (even ones I don't like) that's... quite hard to override.

When I developed this attitude, I didn't understand certain things that I understand now. Like the fact of limited space in housing, and how sheddy long-haired cats can be, and how books can pile up and collect dust. Shared space, really shared space (our anniversary's tomorrow <3 ), and the importance of not having someone you live with made uncomfortable by your housekeeping. The low-level cringe that a cluttered room induces. The embarrassment of finding you already own a book you just got[2]--fortunately I've never bought one and had that happen, but there've been friend loans and library loans and... yeah, it's not a good feeling.

I'm still not the kind of person who gets rid of books casually. But I don't want to look at myself and say I'm the kind of person who won't get a book out of her house if it's making her unhappy to have it there. There's nothing noble or devoted about that.

That's damaging, albeit in a low-level constant-background what-weight-do-you-mean-oh-this-weight-I've-been-carrying-this-weight-so-long-I-don't-hardly-notice-it-no-more, and I am, finally, too old for that shit.
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[1] In a former tuberculosis sanitarium.
[2] This is totally different from buying a replacement for a battered copy, or deliberately picking up a second copy for love or loaning purposes. On this note, you should all read Days by James Lovegrove, Stand on Zanzibar by John Brunner, and Mystic River by Dennis Lehane. Seriously.
green_dreams: Red-eyed white cat, captioned with "DOOM" (DOOM)
Okay. So we're just catching up on Game of Thrones--watching the last two episodes tonight, in fact--and as you might expect it's being an HBO show, with a lot of sex and it's just dawning on me that I think they haven't actually shown any sex that's consensual or uncreepy since Jon and Ygritte. Four episodes ago.[1]

They haven't even talked about it, unless Ygritte talking to Jon about his technique was three episodes ago instead of four. Instead we're getting Joffrey and Mero talking up their plans, and then there was Littlefinger trading Roz to Joffrey for a snuff session, and...

I am bored, and mildly grossed out.

Gonna back to cheering Sam, now.
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[1] As I was about to hit post, I remembered that Robb and Talisa actually got a few minutes of cute naked screentime last episode. My mistake. So we are averaging one scene every two episodes over the last month, whooo.

Progress.

May. 13th, 2013 01:34 pm
green_dreams: Greyscale silhouette of a black cat with grey eyes (boo-cat)
The cats are happy.

The cats are happy because there is more space.

The cats are happy because there is more space because I have been cleaning out the coffee table in the living room so that we can move it and there are many books and many magazines that have been moved and I am trying to organize this and I think that things are coming to a bit of a head in my head.

Angus has been peering curiously at me, and sticking his head over the edge of the table, and climbing around the undershelf, and proving to himself that yes, he can walk on all these spaces (and can get from the table across onto the other table if he just s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s). He seems very proud of himself.

It's May. How can I feel this overwhelmed by books in May?

So.

I am not saying "no more books". But the thought of getting almost[1] any more books right now makes me feel a bit tired, and that's not a feeling I want, and especially not from books.

And for the love, someone teach me how to be okay with getting rid of magazines?
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[1] The stuff on my wishlist-plus list on Goodreads? That would be ok. I may pare it down a bit again, though.
green_dreams: (books and glasses)
I've cleared three books off my to-read list (two by turfing them, one by starting it), gotten four boxes of stuff downstairs and labelled for CDA pickup (unfortunately they're actually coming tomorrow, not today, but better to be ready early than late), worked on a little knitting that is reminiscent of if perhaps not strictly inspired by the Samuel Mather Parrington Museum, and dug up, seeded, and watered perhaps two square feet of back yard, juggled laundry and dishwasher a little, and finally gotten my New York pictures... well, not up. But up for vetting. I may put up a small photo post tomorrow.

Weirdly, the thing I'm happiest about is the book extraction. Second-happiest goes to the back yard. I'm hoping to do a more there tomorrow, as well as running around picking up assorted kinds of cat food (possibly over multiple trips).
green_dreams: (books and glasses)
I have a surfeit of books, and many of them are anthologies.

Is there anything out there that takes a list of anthologies, spits out what duplicates what, and possibly helps you winnow things down? I've got at least a couple that I'm still holding onto for the sake of one particular story[1], and at the moment the only thing I can think of that will help me weed things out is checking out the TOC of each one on the ISFDB. Which is a touch unwieldy.
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[1] Damn you, Ms. Oates. *shivers*
green_dreams: (call. the. police)
Things to rehome, at some future point, in the comics-and-GNs-and-magazines-vein:

Blood; 1-3; J. M. DeMatteis and Kent Williams, Epic Comics.
Remains; 1-5; Steve Niles and Kieron Dwyer, IDW.
The Devil's Panties; 1-2, 4-12; Jennie Breeden.
The Hunger; 1-4; Jose L. Torres and Chris DiBari, Speakeasy Comics.
Hush; vol 1; Loeb/Lee/Williams, DC.
Black Summer; 0, Alpha, 1-3, 5-7; Warren Ellis and Juan Jose Ryp, Avater.
Vamps; 3-6; Elaine Lee and William Simpson, Vertigo.
Vamps: Hollywood & Vein; 1-2, 4-6; Elaine Lee and William Simpson, Vertigo.
Blackgas, 1-2, Warren Ellis and Max Fiumara, Avatar.
Blackgas 2, 1, Warren Ellis and Max Fiumara, Avatar.
The Exterminators, 1-23, 25-27, Simon Oliver and assorted (a lot of Tony Moore), Vertigo.
Faker, vol 1, Mike Carey and Jock, Vertigo.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, vol 1, Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill, ABC.
The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish, Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, Borealis.
Mr. Punch (loose pages), Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, Vertigo.
Rue Morgue, 53, 113-114, 116.
Realms of Fantasy, twenty-one issues, really people if you don't put numbers on your cover what else do you expect.
Steampunk, vol 2 Drama Obscura, Chris Bachalo and Joe Kelly, Cliffhanger.
Out There, vol 1 The Evil Within, Brian Augustyn and Humberto Ramos, Cliffhanger/DC.
Year's Best Graphic Novels, Comics & Manga, vol 1?, St. Martin's Press.
Arena, Bruce Jones, Marvel.
Zombie Tales, vol 2 Death Valley, Boom! Studios.
Oh My Goth!, issue 1 and vol 1, Voltaire, Sirius.
Oh My Goth! Humans Suck, 1-2, Voltaire, Sirius.

Twenty-three issues of can't-be-bothered.
green_dreams: (...crap)
Why do you own the books you do? I mean, why did you buy them instead of take them out of the library; why did you keep them instead of reselling or trading or giving them away?

What makes them worth it?
green_dreams: (books and glasses)
The library still needs clearing out, particularly since it may end up being a guest room in a month or so. Therefore, the destashing.

Same deal as before--
  • no promise as to condition; some have worn spines or discount stickers or old-book curve, some I bought in the last year and would pass muster on a shelf at a bookstore.

  • come pick them up or pay postage; if they need to be mailed to you, LMK where you are and I'll tell you what it'd run. I honestly do not have time to run around couriering them out to people, although I am happy to hold them for a few weeks.

  • I don't *think* any of these are of any interest to anyone in the household. If I'm mistaken, the book will be withdrawn from this list.

  • comment with the ones you want. (See below.)

Different than before--
  • to give people a chance at the books, you can list as many as you want in your comment, but only the first two are guaranteed. If twelve hours go by without anyone asking for one of the other books in your comment, you get it; otherwise, it'll go to them.

Will be adding descriptions, need to go step out for a bit.

Novels )


Anthologies and Collections )


Other )
green_dreams: (flour and eggs)
Okay. Things in the library are breeding, John's phone has an ISBN scanner, and I would like the books below to go to a good home. I make no promise as to condition; some have worn spines or discount stickers or old-book curve, some I bought in the last year and would pass muster on a shelf at a bookstore. Come pick them up or pay postage, whichever; if they need to be mailed to you, LMK where you are and I'll tell you what it'd run.

Also, someone loaned me Bitten by Kelley Armstrong. Who was it?

(Note: I don't *think* any of these are of any interest to anyone in the household. If I'm mistaken, the book will be withdrawn from this list.)

Novels )


Anthologies and Collections )


Other )
green_dreams: (British tea)
Odd sort of day; feeling as if I have a lot more free time, but having trouble figuring out what to do with it. Or what to do first, which is resulting in not much of anything getting done.

Actually, I suppose the odd thing is that I'm not worrying about this. Usually not getting stuff done stresses me out, which leads to more things not getting done, which (unsurprisingly) ends up in an unproductive cycle that's just embarrassing.

To do: )

It's cold outside, but I suppose that's not going to improve as the day goes on, so I will try to get Piper out soon.

Other news, I seem to have gotten the number of partially-read books by the side of my bed down to something reasonable. Trying to continue in this vein before picking up any new ones. ...and I really should see about putting up the list of books I want to rehome sometime soon, but I am not going to worry about that today. (There's probably something out there that turns phones into ISBN scanners that produce neatly typed lists of book titles. Which would be kind of cool, and speed things up immeasurably.)
green_dreams: (commit no nuisance)
So. I have a ton of magazines--Threads, Cemetery Dance, Heavy Metal, Realms of Fantasy, Weird Tales...

...one of these things is not like the other...

Ahem. Right.

Anyway, I like having them. I also have a limited amount of space, and honestly, while it's amazingly nice having them all, that doesn't mean I use them all. Threads is an easy solution; Tauton's is selling the first hundred-odd back issues on DVD (or possibly CD).

For the rest, I am looking at culling. And I've got maybe a foot, fourteen inches of them, ready to go out the door. But I want to clear out more.

How do you guys deal with your collections?
green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
And by final I mean "the last attempt to move books of 2007"; I figure in a few weeks I'll toss the three-foot stack out the door and call it good. Again, all fiction, novels, and paperbacks unless otherwise specified.

The Wyrm, by Stephen Laws. Why it's a bad idea to dig up three-hundred-year old gallows in the crossroads of a village in the name of urban renewal, and what might be underneath them.
Mr. X, by Peter Straub. About a man who, when his mother is dying, begins to dig in to his family's history. Quiet surreal horror ensues, being that it's Peter Straub. (The author, not the man.) Library discard.
The Medusa and the Shield, edited by David G. Hartwell. A collection of horror stories where human psychology is essential to the story. The second section of the three-part anthology The Dark Descent, published standalone. Paperback-sized hardcover, library discard.
Midnight Graffitti. Short story horror anthology, with King, Ellison, Gaiman, Schow, Lansdale, Collins, Ellison, Simmons... One of those I'm getting rid of only because I already have another copy.
Dark Seductions, edited by Alice Alfonsi and John Scognamiglio. Yet another sex-and-horror anthology.
Journeys to the Twilight Zone, edited by Carol Serling. Sixteen short stories, some of weird events, some of weird settings.
Alfred Hitchcock Presents: Stories to be Read with the Door Locked. Hardcover suspense anthology. I think Toby got to this one--the bottom right corner of the front cover is badly chewed at, and the dustjacket is ripped, so it's going free; I'd just like it to go to someone who won't toss it. Library discard.
Cold Blood V, edited by Peter Sellers and John North. Anthology of mystery and suspense by Canadian writers. Skinny trade paperback, library stickers and stamps.
The Best of Cold Blood V, a ten-year anniversary collection from the above-mentioned anthology series. Another skinny trade paperback from the library discards.

Again, all in decent shape except the Alfred Hitchcock, which still has all the pages and just doesn't look pretty anymore.
green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
The excavation of the bookshelf continues. As before, the desire for laundry change is a significant motivator--individuals who cleverly pay in dimes or nickels will get looked at all funny. As before, they're all fiction, novels, and paperbacks unless otherwise specified--e-mail me if you're interested.

The Death of the Necromancer, Martha Wells. Gas-lights, jewel thieves, vengeful plots, and necromancy. That one's going for $0.75.
Bereavement, Richard Lortz. “Mother who lost son seeks son who has lost mother.” Supernatural melodrama/thriller, I guess. One of White Wolf's Borealis books, if it helps describe the tone.
Singer from the Sea, Sheri S. Tepper.
Murder and Obsession. Short story anthology.
Gil's All Fright Diner, A. Lee Martinez. Horror/humour about the end of the world. And a diner. $0.75.
Danse Macabre, Stephen King. Non-fiction book on horror. Going free; I just picked up a replacement copy.
More Phobias. Anthology.
Science Fiction: The Best of 2001. Again, anthology. (Spot which section I was clearing?)
The Dark Descent. Trade paperback anthology, trying to showcase what horror is and has become (over a thousand pages, so at least has the room to do a decent job). Great book, I just have two copies. $0.75.
The Invisible Man, H.G. Wells. Again, two copies.
The Moth Diaries, Rachel Klein. Trade paperback. Kind of dreamily written story about a vampire in a girls' boarding school (maybe).
The Chameleon Corps & Other Shape Changers, Ron Goulart. Short story collection of sci-fi.
Fantasy: The Best of 2002. Anthology.
Looking Glass, A. J. Matthews. Family's new house haunted by a ghost that the mother sees in reflections. Oddly fond of this one, but really must clear space. $0.75.
Alfred Hitchcock: The Best of Mystery. Hardcover anthology of short stories from the Mystery Magazine. $0.75.

Again, all in decent shape--Dark Descent is a little scuffed, and the spine on Danse Macabre is cracked white on the outside but solid (although the book will open at pages 162-163 if you give it a chance).
green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
I am seized, of late, with a desire to pare down my bookshelf some. Also to acquire laundry change. If you're interested in any of these, *e-mail* me; they're all fiction, novels, and paperbacks unless otherwise specified.

The White Crow, Cynthia Peale. Murder mystery with séance, set in Victorian Boston.
House of Blood, Bryan Smith. Uhm. This one's going free. It didn't particularly move me.
The Ivory and the Horn, Charles de Lint. Short story collection.
Moonlight and Vines, Charles de Lint. Short story collection.
The Best of Keith Laumer. Short story collection.
Cabal, Clive Barker. One of those cases where I ended up with two copies.
ThiGMOO, Eugene Byrne. Short for This Great Movement of Ours. AI personalities created to represent various periods of history in the Museum of the Mind escape into the world-wide computer network.
Memory & Dream, Charles de Lint. One of the Newford novels, paintings coming to life, magic and artists.
Someplace to be Flying, Charles de Lint. Newford again; the animal people, thought I don't recall much of it except the crow girls.
Steel Rose, Kara Dalkey. Performance artist gets caught up becomes a pawn in faerie machinations. Managed to neatly avoid both the "Oh, everyone knows everything" and the "Man, I am artificially clueless" takes on the protagonist's interactions with the fae.
The Stainless Steel Rat Sings the Blues, Harry Harrison.
The Collected Works of Max Haines, volume 4. Trade paperback, 641 pages of three-or-four page summaries of the cases of various murderers.
Canadian Crimes, Max Haines. More true-crime short summaries.
Encyclopaedia of Modern Murder. Single trade paperback, which should indicate that it's not exactly comprehensive.

All in decent shape--the Encyclopaedia has one of the inset photo-pages falling out, and The Ivory and the Horn has a small tear where the back cover meets the spine (less than 1/2" inch).
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