I've always known there was a point in my future where I'd want to get rid of some of the books* I own. You know, the books that, while not really bad, aren't books I want my daughter reading. Especially not as a seven year old. I didn't think I was too that point yet. I still have all of my Babysitter Club books boxed up because if I remember correctly, the babysitters were all a bit boy crazy, and the last thing I want is a boy crazy daughter. But lately, Princess Sparkley has been mentioning the titles of books she sees on our shelves that she thinks sound interesting, or she likes their covers. I don't want to find out in several years that she's read all of my chick lit, or whatever, as a little kid. And so the weeding out process begins...
*Mostly chick lit (my weakness) from Red Dress Ink,** but a few teen lit books too.
**Which, until I created the link for Red Dress Ink, I didn't know was part of Harlequin. Ick. I'm fairly certain it hasn't always been.
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