What can I say? I like books.
The reason I'm suddenly out of space is my recent trip home. Between the yearbooks, a trip to the distribution center, and raiding my old closet and its stacks of books, I brought 23 books back to DC with me. My carry-on was HEAVY.
It's actually kind of nice to have more books on my shelves, since it fills out my book rainbow a little more, even if I have to stash my pen caddy in my under-bed cave now. I just don't know what I'm going to do when the inevitable happens - I acquire more books. I could just get a new bookcase, but I don't know where to put that either, not in this apartment anyway.
One day, I'll have a room just for my books. Shelves of books everywhere and a big chair to read them in. Something like Neil Gaiman's basement library would be perfect. Or Belle's library!
One day . . .
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I'm super excited that we have plans for a book shelf in every room of the house except the bathrooms, for now.
Ooh! That has my stamp of approval!
We're even both excited about turning a corner of our front room into a mini library/study and both would love some day to have a room with shelves lining all the walls and a big chair in the middle and there's something about a murder in his vision of it too.
I haven't been able to put away the linen closet yet because it has books in it right now. Need to get those out on shelves.
A murder? I don't know how I feel about that part, but if it involves a wrench or a candlestick, perhaps I can get past it.
Linen closet. Psh. I had to consolidate that down to a linen drawer. Silly tiny apartment.
I don't think he knew it was a linen closet at the time. It was just shelves that didn't require assembly. And he didn't have a lot of linens (still not sure where he keeps them).
He's a boy. This is to be expected.
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