Monday, 30 July 2012
Here it is, my bookshelf, my baby. My number one source of comfort and happiness. (sorry boyfriend, you're a close second). Unfortunately, a cross-country move made it necessary to leave some favourites behind, tucked safely away in my dad's basement. Convincing my boyfriend that it was entirely reasonable to bring hundreds of books to our new home was also a difficult task. But my babies and I persevered. Though this photo doesn't include the books in my bedroom and all of my teen books. I'll take photos of those later.
So my readers, what does your limited view of my bookshelf reveal about me? What do your bookshelves reveal about you? I love snooping through the book collections I come across in the homes of new friends, because books tell more than one story, they tell their story and yours.