Although I’ve been trying to lighten up the bookshelves in my home by donating some books to Pagan libraries, loaning out many (which seldom seem to return home), and simply putting some books I’ve read “in circulation,” such as leaving them at my gym or giving them to someone else to read with no expectation of getting them back. However, that doesn’t mean a bibliophile such as me has ceased buying books altogether. In spite of limited funds for non-essentials, I do consider books to be essential to my life, so I still buy them, albeit much more selectively than I’ve done in the past. I especially tend to purchase books of poetry, even more especially if I know the poet, and/or anthologies in which their work is published. I feel strongly about supporting the arts as much as we can; this is one of my ways of supporting the arts.
I returned home from PantheaCon with only two new books; I restrained myself.
One is Gus diZerega’s Fault Lines: The Sixties, the Culture Wars, and the Return of the Divine Feminine. I’ve been reading parts of earlier iterations of this work, and, having lived a life that fits into the title, I’m eager to read it when I don’t have plenty of reading piled up that pertains to projects I’m working on. The cover is jarring, perhaps as it should be considering the subject matter, but it’s not appealing to me. As they say, “you can’t tell a book by its cover.”