I'm volunteering in a used bookstore once a week. It's a small place with lots of stacks of unshelved books and my big ol' behind knocked over one of those stacks a while back while shopping. Feeling horrible about adding to the mess, I felt like an appropriate penance was to come in once a week, unpaid, to shelve and organize books. What I didn't know was that I would LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Seriously, this might be the only job-type thing I have ever done that I have felt so good at. Usually, when I have a job, I feel like a complete and utter loser. I'm not very good at anything compensable, and, thus, felt like I was under the executioner's blade most every time I walked through the office door, no matter what office I was in.
In the Bookery, however, all of those feelings have gone away. It's the most confident I have ever felt in a work environment, even though it's not really my job and I am not getting paid and I really cannot get fired as I was never hired in the first place. Nevertheless, it's awesome and I am extraordinarily happy to go every week.
As it is a small shop and people are Marie Kondo-ing the shit out of their bookshelves right now, we have more books than we have space. Because of that, I am culling out books that are not being sought out by, well, anyone. I take boxes of those books to a local community library to seed their collection and for their book sale. They can get away with selling books for a quarter.
As I was unloading a box one week, I decided that I was going to read some of those "unloved" books, hoping to find a hidden gem. Kinds of Love by May Sarton is not that gem. I am having such a very, very, VERY hard time getting into it and if you've read several posts back, giving up is not an option. Sigh.
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