My house is full of bookshelves, all living in a state of rather violent disarray. Hundreds of books that don’t fit on our shelves have been relegated to Rubbermaid boxes in the garage. I’m thinking it’s time to purge. Do I really need Janet Burroway’s What If, which I purchased almost twenty years ago for a college writing class and later used to teach my first creative writing class? Do I really need three copies of The Moviegoer and two copies of A Cup of Coffee with My Interrogator? One way to send your books off to new homes...




