And just because we love books, I found a post about bookshelves, at Stephanie at Stephanie's Written Word, here. I went to the link she provided, and found these ones also, which I fell in love with: this one:
not only are there green leaves on trees, which my soul is starting to feel starved for, but the books look old and loved, and the corner has lovely natural light for reading by. And it looks quiet. (As I write this my children are leaping around on the floor. Shouting out loud. Excited because we have the party to go tonight, so they get to stay up late again and have lots of cookies and finger foods there.) What a lovely quiet corner for reading.
and this one - I really like these ones. I'd make it my library, not hidden away in a bedroom,
though it would also be fun to have a spare room with bookshelves for visitors to pull out books and read! Gorgeous bookshelves! as always, whenever I see a bookshelf filled with books, I have to go see what the books are. So I'd end up moving the beds away from the shelves - and I have to admit that I have done this, in real life! and see if I've read any, and are there any I can read that night......Untold treasures.....Nymeth and I are reading Lewis Buzbee's The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop together. I'm still on the first chapter, and we'll be reviewing each chapter on our blogs on Mondays, or possibly Sundays if the chapter doesn't lend itself to a long post. I did find this one little paragraph though, that I though perfectly describes most of us and our piles of books to be read, lists of to be bought, and the books lining our already crowded shelves in our homes:
"For the last several days I've had the sudden and general urge to buy a new book. I've stopped off at a few bookstores around the city, and while I've looked at hundreds and hundreds of books in that time, I have not found the one book that will satisfy my urge. It's not as if I don't have anything to read; there's a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I've been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that's afflicted me most of my life. I know the course of my disease enough to know I'll discover something soon."
The best thing about the book blogging community is discovering that I am not alone in my book lust. And the book is the perfect partner because it never ever talks back, hurts, it's always there, never leaves.......soothes, comforts, makes me laugh, and lets me journey all over the world, universe and time, with a cup of tea and a cookie by my side.
Is there a book sweeping you off your feet today?
