Charlotte Bronte and Jerome. K. Jerome. Somerset Maugham and O’Henry. These are a few writers that my dad considered to be a “must-read”. There were a few dozens more but that’s what I found in my book case and these books are leaving today.
I feel sad. Not because I am donating them but because Maya will probably be listening to audio books (like her dad) or will be reading them from an e-reader (like her mom). I still love paper books but I have to be honest with myself. Times have changed. And I am not sure I will sound convincing enough telling Maya to read “Three men in a boat”.
I will not be re-reading these books. I have a list of what I actually want to read and I do not have enough free time to read even a fraction of books that are on that list. Haruki Murakami, Kazuo Ishiguro, Diane Setterfield, Lisa Si, Hanya Yanagihara. There is no longer time and place in my life for Charlotte Bronte and Somerset Maugham.
I still feel like I am doing something sacrilegious.