A dear friend of mine (HI BECCA!) keeps mentioning how she wants to see my book collection, because she imagines it being heaped around my apartment.
Honestly, this would have been true about two months ago. I had books stacked beside my bed, on the end tables, on the coffee table, on the floor… pretty much everywhere. It was horrible when I had to take books back to the library, because I would have to spend a day (at the very least) finding them all. Because I am getting married in two months, we are cleaning our apartment from top to bottom, so my books are currently all in nice little boxes until they can be lovingly placed in their new home.
Up until now, we had two little bookcases. One was my fiance’s, and was filled with his books. Not even all of his books, I must mention. Then I brought in a bookcase with doors on it. It really sucked for storing books, but it was better than nothing. So I crammed that sucker FULL of my books (and the rest of fiance’s). And it worked. Kind of. For a while. And then it exploded onto the floor, the couch, the end tables, etc.
So now, we are getting two new bookcases, and abandoning the one with the doors. We are also finding a new home for fiance’s literature masterworks collection (think literary and philosophical encyclopedias). A new home in that they will be in a cupboard rather than on the bookshelf. So that frees up three bookcases for the use of BOOKS. I have many many books. And it is really no wonder.
(hit the jump for some pictures)