My name is Jamie, and I’m a packrat.

…and I have lots of books. Lots. And a small apartment. And lots of books. But I’m loathe to give any away or sell them or get rid of them in any way. Because they’re, you know, books.

But after searching through my library (this means stacks of books in corners or in the middle of a room, books on various-size shelving units around the apartment), I’ve found three books that I’d like to unload.

Three books I’d love to unload because I loathe them—

• Idiot, Johnny Damon
• Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan
• Shamela, Joseph Andrews

As you’ve probably asked yourself why, let me explain.

Idiot is a book written by a traitor. I want nothing more to burn it, but I cannot bring myself to burn any book, no matter how reviled.

Path of Daggers represents the promise of a story gone very, very wrong and never fulfilled.

Shamela represents the most tortuous of eighteen century literature and all my time spent in a level of hell that Dante missed. A level of hell that was Father K’s eighteen century lit class. (I won’t give the full name of the professor, that’s just mean, even for me). I was forced to take the class as a requirement. Already I didn’t like said literature, and the professor’s personality and method of conducting his class beat any appreciation I might have had out of me. Thoroughly.

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