Every year during my tiny village’s festival (Fishermen’s Party, if you are wondering) the Friends of the Library hosts a book sale. We sell off the books weeded from the collection, plus those that were donated but not added to the collection. At one time we could raise a thousand dollars, but receipts have sagged over the years. Fewer analog books? Fewer analog book readers? Hard to say, but we persevere.
Last year’s sale was well-documented on the blog. This year, however, camnesia struck. I attribute this to Roxie, an out-of-town friend of a Friend, who came to help. She and I ran the check out/cashier table, and I have never laughed so hard and consistently for two days in my life. I insisted that she must come back every year; she might just do it. We had a such a good time!
This customer brought his own carrier.
A week later it was time to dispose of the unsold and not-suitable-to-donate books.
Frankly, it was also an opportunity to hang out, catch up, and go out to lunch when we were done.
I know it breaks our hearts to throw away books, but we exhaust every other disposal method before we resort to this. A lot of paperbacks went to Little Free Libraries in the area (one of the Friends maintains three of them). We shipped a good-sized box of young adult books to that school in California whose library had no books.