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.
These are the books I’d go back to rescue if we had to evacuate.
I get to go places and, when I meet people I haven’t seen in a while, simply resume a conversation as if no time has passed.
Her belief that ‘it should be no breach of Friendship, if our opinions were different’ seems particularly apt today.
