those terrible tomes.

why is this so hard?
i have stacks of books that i have already decided i can do without and i was merely waiting for an appropriate venue that would allow me to rid myself of them. and now here it is - the spring fair at my work, where profits will benefit my school and my kids and all that great stuff. and still, i sit here going through them and wondering how i will possibly be able to part with them. i mean, they are MY BOOKS. they are one of my favorite possessions. i can't quite explain why. it's not like i'll reread most of them. i just like having them for some reason. what is it about books? looking at a full bookcase is so hypnotic. it's calming and inspiring. but it's not like i'm getting rid of all of my books. hardly. i still have a ton, and they are all still looking for little nooks and niches in which to live. then there's the fact that i am constantly moving, and books love to add up in weight rapidly.
so why is this so hard?