The smallness of the world... makes this book quite precious to me.
I know others who manage this life transition while still ploughing through books. I haven’t managed that.
Loose reminders of types of creative lives that can be lived
The rest of my books are turned spine-in, meaning that there are stacks and stacks of books that are impossible to identify. Is this a ridiculous way to store books? Of course it is.
I’ve been agonising over what shelf to share with you far longer than any reasonable human being should, and it’s ridiculous.
I’m not a systematic collector – more an accumulator of mildly cool stuff.
I cannot pick up a book, hoping to be enticed into reading it, without also critically examining the blurb.
I really like books about what the future might be like that were written years ago (the longer the better in fact)
The first bookshelf I called my own I built myself
These shelves are also where my binoculars live so I can grab them quickly if I spot someone interesting on the bird feeder.
The miserable cramming chaos
I’ve been always moving—moving houses, moving oceans, moving states—and books are the most cumbersome and costly to move with.
