Old Friends Scattered Around the House
July 20, 2009
The painters have gone, but the flat still looks semi-desolate.
For some reason, the bookshelves ended up on the balcony, all my books scattered around the living room. Why don’t I give them away, I keep wondering. After all, I have read them, so why not let go of them?
In my house in France, it is the same. In my bedroom, there is no bed anymore, no shelves, but mountains of books. My mother keeps asking me what to do with them. Well, of course, keep them, I tell her.
They are not old clothes that you discard once they don’t fit any more. Books are friends, acquaintances, characters which have shaped your own.
Keep them. But don’t move house too often.