I couldn’t help it. The stacks of books hanging over the edge of the big bookscase are threatening my sleep. I can see them falling in the middle of the night, crashing down on the floor, breaking spines, creasing pages. A terrible, terrible scene to wake up to.
So, I found another bookcase that matches (or will match, fingers crossed) the other three small bookcases in the room. Yes, there is now a total of five bookcases in the room where I write this. Five bookcases, three file cabinets, a desk and chair, two computers, a rocking chair, my camera equipment, a couple magazine racks, three plants, and as much art and phtographs as I can fit on the remaining wall space. Did I mention the bed? There is going to be just enough room for one more bookcase. (the last time I rearranged I ended up setting one bookcase on top of another. To save space, go vertical!)
Doing a quick book pile survey I would estimate there will be a little more than two shelves left once I put away all the temporarily double stacked books. Can I really be thinking of getting more books? Nothing sadder than a half filled bookshelf. All those homeless half price books out there. All those unread, under appreciated poetry books out there.
The bookcase arrives on Friday. Maybe I will be able to resist getting more books until then. Maybe.