I organize my bookshelves by cubical. One author per. Connelly, McCall Smith, Perry, Child, Parker, Crais, etc.
Some of my favorites take up several cubbies and I keep them adjacent to each other.
Fine.
Then one day I decided to do some Spring cleaning. I took out all authors I wouldn't revisit some day. And, within the writers who made the cut, I deleted all of their books I knew I would never reread.
The first purge resulted in over 300 books. Hardcover with dust jackets. I took them to a used book chain, one that buys books and records and CDs.
$26. I was floored.
But the assistant manager, a pleasant girl, explained the economics of her slice of BookWorld. She told me most of my books would never make it onto her shelves. They'd be donated or recycled. In fact, she turns down donations on a regular basis. She's oversubscribed in fiction.
My dystopian book harvesting continues, but now everything goes to the library. Dystopian is a word we hear a lot these days. Like gravitas back when a Texan was in the White House.
Paige