The books are school and college textbooks, technical books, coffee-table books, some paperbacks, some manuals and some hardcover. A mix of adult, young adult and children's books. These are left over after exhausting all ways of giving them away or putting them to reuse. I have looked at all donation options and don't have the time to repurpose them for décor like this. They have to go in the recycle bin. That is decided. That was decided last spring when the pandemic started. The vaccine is out and the books are still in. I cannot bring myself to recycle them like this in a bin. I feel like all my past teachers, librarians, principals, friends with whom I exchanged books, are all shaking their heads in reprimand at my recycling plans and intentions. The best would be if someone recycles them without telling me but no one wants to take that risk. I admire that caution and don't blame them. Better-half tried reasoning that I was the one to take old newspaper and magazine to the kirana shop, get it weighed, spot any cheating in the weighing and come home proudly with the cash. I once also argued with the shopkeeper why the English newspaper fetched more than the regional language one. The kindly guy whom I had seen grow from an active young shop assistant to the pot-bellied and pleasantly languid owner, smiled and told me it was only because the English paper was larger in size. So, the question is, have you ever recycled books by putting them in the recycle bin? How to get this task done with minimal guilt? A wise person once said this about guilt, "You wear guilt like shackles on your feet, like a halo in reverse." .