The simple answer is – NO! One can never have too many books.
Ever since I was a little girl, I loved going through my grandmas books. I studied the authors and titles, looking for special one’s like War and Peace (which I never found even though she told me she had it), memorising their locations and storing the information away for a later day. I knew back then that having a library in a home would be my biggest accomplishment. I guess this is partly why I love buying books so much. I want my own damn library, OKAY?!!
Yesterday I came across this post on Tumblr and I started to think about which room I could turn into a full-blown library. I didn’t reach a conclusive decision yet but I still have time and need to get more books first. Regardless I wanted to show you what I’ve got so far.
Only Kirsti beat me to it and now I look like a copy-cat. You have my word though that this is a coincidence and she was just faster than me, mkay? Here we go then.
This is the representational side, the nice mostly hardcover books. You’ve got the collected works of Shakespeare, some Russian literature (yes, War and Peace, I got my own copy, thanks for nothing Grandma) on the top left and the paperbacks on the right are crime novels; Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie mostly. Also, most of these books are in German.
Moving on to the other side of the same bookshelf, are the books I treasure most. Some classics and most of my English paperbacks.
Yes, that truly is the Twishit-saga, I haven’t gotten rid of it yet, though it’s moving out next time I need more space for real books. I also got a Quran and a Bible, if I’d had read them I could actually become the next Pi Patel but as I haven’t, I’m safe. The Bible was a gift from my uncle and the Quran I got free in a Mosque in Bahrain so why not have it, looked nice and you never know when it might come in handy.
These books are neither sorted by name or author. It’s a very special system, based on publishing house, size, my love for it and the ability to best fit in these compartments. It may not be a logical system, there are at least 4 different compartments housing Jane Austen novels, but it’s my system and I love it.
Exploiting the little space there was between the wall and chimney, I put these two mini-shelves up to shelter some of the series I read.
The one on the left is mostly occupied with the Eve Dallas Series. I’ve been reading them for close to 10 years now I think and they are my guilty pleasure books although the latest I’ve read tend to lack a little of the stuff that once made me read them in a hurry. Maybe it’s just me growing out of them or the bad translations, I’m not sure. Now that Mom is not there demanding to be able to read them as well I can switch to the Originals though.
Aaaaaand, Thursday Next, of course.
On the right is a series of a local author whose books may not be the most demanding literature but it’s nice to read a novel which is set in your small city.
Below that is the Temperance Brennan series located. I hate that they all have different sizes and designs but I guess I can’t change that.
Concluding this post is my book outlet located in the stairwell. Yes, the shelf is actually that crooked. It was the first IKEA thing I ever put together when I 14 or 15 so please forgive me. I didn’t have a father to teach me how to do such things properly, I had to learn the hard way. Nevertheless these are books I inherited from various people. To my shame, I barely read them but they look nice and I adore old books even though I can hardly read some of them as they are written in Fraktur which takes some practice to get used to.
I hope this wasn’t too boring for y’all. Maybe I can come up with something more substantial next time.