My mother left me a 5000 book collection. For the first 10 years, I ignored them: too painful. During the pandemic, I rolled up my sleeves and began tackling my inheritance. 5000 books didn’t fit into my home, so I gave away half to charity, regifted many to friends and family. 2000 remain. As I near 40, the terror of dying without wandering through the worlds my mother intended for me is getting harder to ignore and ruins the pretty décor that is my reading room. So, join me as I discover my mother’s legacy and how each book (hopefully) leaves me richer than before I picked it up.
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