Part of my library -- these days, consisting only of the books I started collecting in the U.S. and after returning to Germany
When I moved to the U.S. some 20+ years ago, I had to "let go" of my entire library; all the books I had owned from childhood to my late 20s / early 30s: I was leaving a full-time job to go back to university and exchanging a 100+ sqm (1100 sq ft) / three-room apartment for student accommodation consisting of a single room. Even leaving aside luggage restrictions and shipping costs, there was no way I was going to be able to bring my entire library.
If I could have entrusted my library to my mom, I would have done just that; I knew that she'd have guarded it for me like the apple of her eye -- she knew it was my most prized possession in the entire world. Unfortunately, that was not an option; my mom's apartment was smaller than my own and, of course, entirely taken up by her own things, and there was not enough room in her basement, either. So I reluctantly had to entrust my library to someone else, who made room in the basement of a building he owned. Where, in due course, the whole basement was flooded; including the boxes containing my books, of course, almost none of which survived ... of which fact, in turn, I was only informed when I returned to Germany several years later. I still can't think of any alternative storage option (commercial self-storage wasn't an affordable thing in Germany at the time), and I suppose once the water damage had happened, it wasn't ultimately of earthshattering importance precisely when I learned about it. But do I regret it all? You bet I do. And guess who I've never entrusted with anything ever again, however small and unimportant it might be. I'm not sure how "tolerant" or liberal others might find me as a general matter (in lifestyle choices and matters of equality probably much more so than in some other respects), but I am extremely unforgiving of any harm or damage when it comes to my books. Always have been, and if anything, am now even more so.
(Task: The French expression for tolerance towards others is “laisser faire, laisser aller” (roughly: “let them do as they want, let it go”). Have you ever “let go” a book (e.g., given it away or decided not to yield to the temptation to buy it) and later regretted that choice?)
People-pleaser Ben Forman has been in the closet so long he has almost convinced himself he is straight, but his denial train gets derailed when hotshot lawyer Micah Trains walks into his life. Micah is brilliant, funny, driven…and he assumes Ben is gay and starts dating him. Finding himself truly happy for the first time, Ben doesn't have the willpower to resist Micah’s affection.
When his relationship with Micah heats up, Ben realizes has a problem: his parents won’t tolerate a gay son and self-confident Micah isn’t the type to hide. If Ben wants to maintain his hold on his happiness, he'll have to decide what’s important and own up to the truth of who he is. The trouble is figuring out just what that truth is.
here is a lot of pleasure to be found in this romance. I adore Micah. He appears in other books in the series and I have always been a fan.
Ben is a mess. But he is sweet and though his waffling grates a bit, he is a sympathetic character.
The heat between the heroes is lovely and it is such fun that they just start dating before Ben can even turn around.
A great circle of friends and a happily ever after.