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In which I pack and prepare to move...


Here's a picture of boxes and boxes of books as I pack up for my move on Sunday... yes, I'm really that anal that all these boxes are labelled with such things as "Fiction, A-C." There are twelve boxes stacked up against the wall, which you can't see here, and the boxes on the table contain my TBR pile, plus some I've read but haven't reviewed yet. If you look closely at the Fiction, P-S box, you'll see part of the cover of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (this box is also very, very heavy; it contains my Penguin edition of the complete works of Shakespeare. How pretentious do I sound when I say that?)
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Eva said…
I'm moving too! I'm not bringing all my books, though, since I can only bring what I can fit in my car and my parents have agreed to let me leave the rest here. :D And my books are packed in canvas reusable grocery bags instead of fancy boxes!
August 14, 2008 at 11:45 AM
Amy said…
Oh, yes, I feel your pain. I moved in May.
August 14, 2008 at 12:32 PM
Anonymous said…
Egad. Good luck. Moving is the one time I really regret owning quite so many books.
August 14, 2008 at 1:35 PM
Iliana said…
Oh I feel for you! I moved earlier this summer and had 22 boxes of books. The only good thing is that I was able to organize my books better when we got to our new place :)

Wishing you the best!
August 14, 2008 at 6:36 PM
Kerry said…
This was familiar for me too. I moved in April, and was worried the movers would take one look at my books and run. I'd underestimated their might, however, as they could easily carry three boxes at a time (while I struggled with one). I fell in love with the movers that day. Hope you have similar good luck, and are moving someplace good.
August 17, 2008 at 10:25 PM
Donald Capone said…
Hey, I just moved two weeks ago and had similar boxes of books (though not as organized). I also packed up four boxes of books to sell at a yard sale. Maybe in my next move I'll just have to carry the Kindle out to the car.
September 3, 2008 at 11:07 AM
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