Book snatcher

I'm having a hard time with this whole book swap scenario. I recently joined a book swapping site. The whole premise is that you list your book preferences, past reads, and genres you enjoy. Someone sends you a book and in return, you send them one of yours. It's brilliant really, considering that most people make little notes as to the good points and why it was so special to them. But that's the point, you see. I'm attached to every book that I read. They're special because I've read them.

I've read somewhere that people sometimes give away their clothes because they can't stand the memory they had in them and want to give them to someone else to make a new memory. I'm the opposite. There is a memory attached to every book that I've read. How I was feeling at the time, what events occurred, how it changed my outlook on life. Everything. And I want to cherish those feelings even if it's painful. I want to keep them. Because in the end, it's what you have left with people. When you sift through all the garbage of some relationships or the beauty of others, what you have left are the memories. And for me, it's attached to my books...