OK, I give. I wasn’t going to do the “What’s On Your Bookshelf?” linkup at Modern Mrs. Darcy because I’m supposed to be working on my novel. But it’s time to face the fact that since I’ve only written one day this month the odds are against my hitting my 50,000 word goal. So I’m going to write what I feel like writing instead 🙂 The novel will still be there when my mood shifts.
Let me start by saying that at my house “bookshelf” is a relative term. Any horizontal surface is fair game. And thank God for my Kindle or I wouldn’t even know what color my walls are . . . any of them.
I do have a system. Chronologically by author. I can find any book I’m looking for in under two minutes. But I have no idea where my phone or car keys are.
And I have given away books – tons of books. These are just the ones I know I will want to read again.
What I’m currently reading – and it’s freakin’ awesome! All mothers of boys, no matter the age, should read this book.
There are some history books in the mix – those are all Michael’s. I don’t want to read about anything that’s actually happened. The Harry Potter and Janet Evanovich sections are the most scruffly, since they’ve all been read multiple times by the whole family.
Technically these are Aaron’s or John’s books, but I really love them and sneak in for an Artemis Fowl book or something from the Percy Jackson series on a pretty regular basis.
Back when Michael and I were married, but still childless, we moved several times. He complained about all the books being the hardest things to move, and since we had a waterbed they probably were. (Yes, I’m that old – we had a waterbed). Then we went to visit friends in Atlanta and ended up in a super-cool bookstore in the Underground: out-of-print, special editions, signed first editions, not a single shiny climbing-the-charts book in the place. It probably took the owner about thirty seconds to recognize a fellow bibliophile: deep inhale of musty book smell and glazing of the eyes like a kid in a candy store. We looked at books together, he showed me a few of his most prized volumes, and he asked about what I had at home. When he wandered off to help another customer my husband came over and glanced at the book in my hand in confusion.
“Don’t you already have that one?”
“Yes, but mine’s not a first edition. Most of my others are, but not this one.”
“So buy it then,” he said. I smiled, and carefully flipped to the page where the price was very lightly marked in pencil. It was more than our monthly rent payment. Needless to say, I left without the first edition, but not once since then has Michael complained about moving my books 🙂