I know, I know. Gasp! Danny throw­ing away fan­tasy books? Well, it is hap­pen­ing, even as I type. I’m finally open­ing my boxes of books shipped from Iowa, and I am toss­ing some books I have carted with me for a long time, some since college!

Why? Well, I don’t have any time to read any­more, and I sus­pect I won’t have much until Aidan turns into a teenager (that’s when he’ll start actively avoid­ing me, right?). Which means I’ll have even less time to re-read any­thing I already own. So I am toss­ing those books which I might once have thought I’d re-read at some point.

Mostly I’m keep­ing the good stuff, and the sen­ti­men­tal stuff.

On the heap:

• Every­thing by Robert Jor­dan. What a hack.
• All of Ray­mond Feist’s books after the first three.
• Every­thing I own of Kather­ine Kurtz, and Kather­ine Kerr, whose books I couldn’t tell apart in my mem­ory, anyway.
• All books by Janny Wurts. Though I enjoyed them, I can’t remem­ber any­thing about them.
• I’ve also decided to take a prin­ci­pled stand and junk any­thing I own by Orson Scott Card. He’s a fas­cist, a homo­phobe, and a good writer, but one out of three is not enough for me.
• All 3,180 pages of Tad Williams’ Oth­er­land series.
• Gre­gory Keyes’ Age of Unrea­son series, though I’m keep­ing his first two-book series, The Water­born and The Black­god.
• Other stand­outs on the heap include some of Brin’s more self-serving works, Star Wars fluff books, Zelazny’s books, and The Mists of Avalon which Tiffany saved. Boy, that was another bad TV adaptation.