Books, books, books

I think I am addicted to having books. It is so hard for me to part with one even if I have only read it once and it was years ago.  Books, to me, are truly like friends.  Each time I look at one on my bookshelf there is a memory tied to it.  When I browse through the bookshelf I can recall the period of my life when I last read from  those pages.  Some things I can get rid of so easily, but it is so hard to part with my books. 
 Just last night we were cleaning out the garage and I opened an old box from when I taught 5th grade.  Inside, it was full of chapter books that I had in my classroom.  I saved them thinking that I would be able to have them for my kids someday.  It's crazy that the day has come.  I am pulling out books that have been collecting dust in the garage for 9 years.  I am going to give some of the books to Olivia's teacher.  I really can not keep so many, but I'm keeping some of my favorites.  I love books and it makes me smile thinking about cuddling in bed with a good book and reading some of my favorites with my kids.  Oh...comfort.