Recently, I moved back here after nine years on the mainland. This time I brought a husband, two kids, and a ridiculously small amount of stuff and money. The first few days were a haze of electronic withdrawal the likes of which I hope to know again only when camping out far from civilization. We ended up singing Disnazi songs and quoting favorite Simpsons episodes over and over again. Soon we had library privileges.
Books are great for stimulating the mind, but they make lousy furniture.
To me, they were up for adoption. Perfectly sound chairs called out to my weary butt, but that's the least of it. My family was thrilled, needless to say. I'd leave to get some exercise, and come back with a little something for everyone. It made them so happy, in fact, they started to become disappointed if I didn't score something useful, or at least interesting.