Extreme Clean-out: Part One -- Books! Day one . . .

I'm exhausted. Mentally, which feels like physically. Why? Because I've had to decide which of my collection of beloved books to abandon! Give away! (Okay, for money, hopefully, but still, it feels like a betrayal.)

If you read last night's post, you saw all the pictures of book cases, book stacks, book bunches and baskets in my house. There are hundreds of books ranging from coffee table to humor to children's to smutty romance to action adventure to teen to classics.
Some are easy to toss. I never really liked the Bronte sisters. (I've heard some people do!) So buh-bye Wuthering Heights. (Ok, my daughter grabbed it, so it's technically still here, but I have hopes that it'll move out someday, when she does!)
Shakespeare, too . . . so long, Romeo. Don't forget to take Juliette with you. (I hate that play, and all plays/musicals/songs derived from it. Out! Out! Damn play.
J.R. Ward had me for awhile, as evinced by the stack of sexy vampire romances. But eventually, they got too . . . ridiculous. However, if you're into hot, and I mean STEAMY, vampire novels, these are well done. But I'm done with them.
Also going, although with some regret, are Lillian Jackson  Braun's Cat Who mystery books. My good friend Karen and I read through them together ages ago. They are really good, and I recommend them. I mean, you've got a newspaper man who solves murders with his two Siamese cats. How could you improve on that? I think I'll probably collect the series (nearly 30 of them!) on my Kindle.
Jan Karon's Mitford series is outta here, though I did love them. Someone else can spend lovely days with Father Tim, that lovable, Episcopal priest as he finds love and the meaning of life.
I tossed no Nora Roberts; no Lincoln Douglas & Preston Child; no Jack Whyte and his amazing Camulod Chronicles; no Jane Austen (duh); and I'm keeping Betty Crocker's classic Dinner for Two.
That's it for tonight. . . I got through three bookcases in my dining room. Tomorrow, I'll confront the pile behind the armchair in the living
room, and possibly the hall bookcase.
Right now, I have to go read some weird book about Viking Vixens I'd forgotten I had. See you Saturday!