See, I like books. A lot. And for the last few years I have had access to new books at very affordable prices. So I've bought books. A lot. I bought books because I liked the covers. I bought books because I had heard something about the author. I bought books I wanted to read, and books I thought I should read. I bought books that reflected the kind of person I would like to be.
I filled up the shelves, then filled them some more, then insinuated books into every crack, cranny and crevice I could find on a shelf.
You can guess what happened next.
I ran out of room.
It's a comforting sight – I'll never lack for anything to read, no matter what my mood. But it's too much. It's too much for the room. It's too much for the pretty bookcases.
So begins the Great Bookcase Cleanup of Ought-Seven.
More later.
(Thanks to The Nonist's Hot Library Smut for the above photo of Prague's Strahov Monastery library.)
Ah, but running out of room is kind of like an intervention. You can't hit bottom while you still have wall space.
ReplyDeleteThis is true. Though ... I'm told that when you start stacking books on chairs, you're in trouble. And both my office chairs -- besides the desk chair -- are covered.
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