Working my way through the boxes

Dean and I have decided we have too many books. Or too little shelving. Either works. Anyway, we've been sorting through books and deciding which ones we're happy to give to the op shop. So far we've taken one full box down to the Anglicans (there's a choice of three op shops here - Anglicans, Red Cross and Salvos, so we're rotating between them with donations) and I've given one full box of Dr Who novels to the autistic son of a friend of mine. He's apparently just gotten into Dr Who in a big way, and was thrilled to get them. By which I mean he kind of shrugged and then vanished into his bedroom with them, and has since had to be dragged away from them to do things like eat, go to school, sleep etc. I'm kind of glad they're appreciated!

Anyway. I appear to have a huge number of Agatha Christie novels, which I am planning on reading before returning to the op shop. I am not actually convinced that all of these novels are in fact mine - we were helping kirstenfleur unpack after she moved back into her newly renovated house and she kept "returning" books that I swear to God I've never seen before - but as I don't really have the space to put them, and I don't really want to leave them in boxes in the garage, and I also don't have the money to buy a holiday house to dump them at (they are, after all, good holiday reading) I figure I'll work my way through them and then set them free again. Reviewing them as I go. So here goes.
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