Procrastination

Cleaning out my bookshelf right now. Does anyone else know that experience where it feels like you have so many books and you can't get rid of any, but then you sort them and barely end up having any books you genuinely love? (Except for the Sanderson ones -  those take up two shelves.) 

I just want to live in a cozy little attic room with a sunny balcony like Dorian's in Hooky, with endless books that I haven't read but know I will love. Oh well. Back to sorting...