Thanks to Greenman and Green Wizard, I’m mostly organized, but I still have a few hundred books to unpack and shelve. It’s not an impossible task, except that every box has books that make me go, “Oh, I remember this; I need to re-read it!” or, thankfully less frequently, “I don’t remember this; maybe I should set it aside to read again.” Sister Michael Anthony asserted her discipline, imposed when I was in first grade, and I’ve resisted the desire to set anything aside. Into the bookshelf it goes and if I really want to read it later I can take it out of the bookshelf and read it.
But Octavia Butler and Sherri Tepper were such huge influences on my thinking. I have to stop and rub each of their books lovingly.
What books made you who you are?