Last night Erin came over to the new place to help me go through this:
After about an hour and a half, we took a break to get some water (and seconds of pizza) and admire how far we’d come:
And when she left an hour after that, we had filled all the shelves. Most of them were pretty themed. I tend to like to take all the books that
a) I like the most,
b) I’m proudest of, and
c) have the highest reread potential
and put them on the eye-level shelves. I don’t think Erin likes that very much. I think she wanted them more thematically arranged, and she didn’t seem to be a fan of Marian Keyes next to Ira Levin. But that’s okay. After it’s all done, I can always switch everything around. (JUST KIDDING ERIN.)
Anyway, here’s everything filled:
And all that remains is assorted fiction, which will hopefully fit on this one last shelf I have.
Oh, who am I kidding? I need to buy a new bookshelf!
(I promise, after this, I’ll stop talking about books for awhile. I know it’s been a lot lately.)
The Cameraphone Diaries 