As is often the case, I had one thing in mind for today’s post and then – squirrel! – something else caught my attention.
In this case, it was an article in the New York Times that I read over dinner. It had the enticing title, If Only These Walls (and Bookcases) Could Talk, so naturally I had to read it.
As I may have mentioned (a time or two), I’m a big fan of books. Not just of reading them, but having them. The physical dead-tree versions with their smells of ink and paper and (in some cases) old dusty leather bindings. Fiction, reference, cooking, travel, the Napoleonic Wars and much more can all be found in the room designated as my home library. Technically, it’s a spare bedroom but the bed is long gone, though in a pinch, I guess one could sleep sitting up in the big comfy reading chair.
But I digress.
Being a fan of books means needing a place to put them, preferably in an organized, easily accessible fashion (unless one is like 8Lady Kay who apparently gets rid of books after reading them – gasp!).
My home library currently boasts a wall of floor-to-ceiling shelves (thanks to some help from my brother), but there are still a number of books that have been relegated to boxes, pending the building of even more shelves.
That task has been on the ToDo list for . . . .well let’s just say “quite a while.” Continue reading