Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks

I'm in the middle of moving to a new apartment, so I'm going through the painful process of reevaluating which books, graphic novels and DVDs I want to keep, and which really need to go away because I just don't have the room.

So far, I've filled three and-a-half boxes with old paperbacks, mainly weird stuff from the 70's that I picked up because it had awesome/funky covers or looked interesting, but also most of my collection of Tim Powers, Michael Moorcock (not counting his Jerry Cornelius stuff), William T. Vollmann, M John Harrison, John Crowley, Stephen King (minus the Dark Tower), Clive Barker, Heinlein, Bradbury, Norton, Asimov, and Fritz Leiber, since I don't think I'll ever have enough time or interest to go back and re-read any of them.


Realistically, I know I should be getting rid of probably 90% of my collection, and only keep the stuff that I have a definite plan to revisit someday or pass along to my nieces and nephews, but this is seriously the biggest book purge I've ever done in my entire life, and I can feel some part of myself crying out every time I place another title the discard pile.

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