The truth is this, when I moved to my current place in January 2009 I pretty much spent a year before, selling out my Textbooks and books that I don’t want to keep. By then I was quite chuffed that I have kept book hoarding to a minimum, and my books were half of that tall tower you see on the first photo and there was one and only stack.
I wasn’t bother if I own a bookshelf or not, so I kind of pile my books one on top on the other, hoping that the pile won’t grow too high. Until one day I put a photo up on my post about my sons and my friend saw the book stack at the background of the photograph.
“I know the photo is about your sons, but OMG I can’t help but to mention how many books you have stacked up in your lounge!”
oh, is it really that obvious?
“You haven’t seen the one in my bedroom yet!” I said.
Very quickly I re-arranged the stack in my bedroom and this is what I have got (The 2nd picture).
This is a result of living in a street with 5 charity / used-book stores. I started with the intention that if I buy my books cheap, then I’ll be happy to give away my books back to the stores if I ever move again, but look at what I have accumulated??!!
The above two photographs were taken a month ago and what big change a month can do! I came home from work on 12 November 2010 and my living room was transformed. My husband had kindly brought home a white bookshelf, cleaned out all my books and arranged them onto the new bookshelf. This is how it looks like now:
The bookshelf must have weighed 50kg and my husband is 80kg, how he got this shelf up two flight of stairs on a very narrow staircase, with steps half of his shoe size, alone, boggles me. He said he took 35 minutes to get it up the stairs……. I was moved to tears. Of all the things that really matters in my life, books is one of them and I thank my husband for making them look so pretty.
I only read 20% (30 / 152) of the books you saw on shelf, if I don’t go to the library for the whole of next year, I would still have enough at home to keep me going.
I still dream of a day when I don’t have to live a nomadic existence and wish to have home libraries like these:
I like a little taste of of Prunksaal in my humble abode.