This is my bookshelf.
Well, one of them, anyway. This is the one in my bedroom next to the window. I have other bookshelves in other parts of the apartment but this is my go-to bookshelf, the one where I keep books I’m likely to read again. Books, I should add, that are NOT for show.
This is my messy bookshelf. From time to time I’ve tried to arrange it in some kind of order: alphabetical by author, title by genre, and sometimes, when I’m really at a loss for something to do to keep me from writing, by colour. Any system I use never lasts, and maybe that’s just as well. It means I have to hunt for a book and, while hunting, I’m likely to come across one I’d forgotten about and can enjoy reading all over again.
Because that’s what I am – a re-reader. I tend to keep books and re-read them and while that can be comforting it can also lead to a certain embarrassment when someone asks if I’ve read the latest book on the best-seller list. I usually haven’t. Which doesn’t mean I won’t get around to it, eventually. It just means that right at the moment I’m going through E F Benson’s “Mapp and Lucia” series again and can’t bear to put them down. (Have you read the “Mapp and Lucia” books? If you haven’t, please do. They are quite wonderful. I’ll tell you all about them in a later post.)
So this blog is devoted to the books on my messy bookshelf. Some of them are old, many are obscure, but I think they deserve to be shared.
What about you? Do you have a messy bookshelf bearing books you love to re-read? Let me know. I’ll post once a week and look forward to hearing from you.