Lending our books out is emotional. We love our books. Part of us worry about our precious books. We wonder if we’ll ever see them again (the books, not our friends). The other part of us is busy trying to give the worrying part of us moral support for the tumult felt deep within our soul, which is also equally torn.
Setting rules for others to borrow our books is easy. We can half-jokingly say “Lose it or hurt it, and I will hunt you down.”
Setting rules for ourselves is harder. I love lending books. I love hearing how much that person enjoyed book that they would otherwise not have read. I love hearing differing opinions and perspectives when they don’t.
I also have rules for myself about lending my books. I set us both up to not sweat the small stuff. Continue reading