In which I rearrange my bookshelf. And yes, I did literally just do this a few posts ago.
Note to self: stop talking about yourself in third person as though two unknown entities are discussing you. It’s weird and confusing, and if you must do it, at least do not do it in post titles.
Hello everyone! I know I just rearranged my entire bookshelf, but last night I ended up pulling everything off and doing it all over again. All because I brought just one book home. Just one. That was all it took.
Because I loved All The Bright Places so much, I had to own it. I want to be able to go back, reread it when I’m a little less emotional because I know for sure what’s coming, and annotate the heck out of that thing. It was an amazing book, and I think it can stand it.
So I brought it home, and I couldn’t help but notice how well these two looked together, with their white and yellow.
So I just slid All The Bright Places right in there between The Fault in Our Stars and Much Ado About Nothing. But that just wasn’t really good enough.
Next thing I know, I’m once again surrounded by piles of books. I didn’t take a picture this time, but it was basically the same thing as last time, so I’ll just show you a picture of that in case you’ve forgotten.
Except it was actually worse than last time, because you may or may not know this, but I have other shelves around my room too. Smaller shelves that contained a few books. And I just had this thought that maybe I could get most of my books onto my actual bookshelf. And so all those books joined the stacks too.
It was a mess, and I knew it. I couldn’t find an arrangement I was happy with, and I couldn’t go to bed until I’d fixed the problem, because if there was an emergency in the middle of the night and I had to run out of my room, I didn’t want to step on my books. Not because I might trip and fall or anything, just because that might mess up my books. Bend a cover or something. Not great.
But finally, finally, I got them all on there in an arrangement I liked. It’s the most books I’ve ever been able to fit on my shelf, and I couldn’t be happier.
Of course, there’s still this little situation going on:
But I’m not worried about it, so you shouldn’t be either, because that would be weird. It’s my room. Stop being concerned about my stacks of books.
But other than that, I’m extremely happy with how my book collection is currently displayed. By the time you’ve gotten this far, you might not even care anymore. I think I just noticed like ten of you hit the back button on your browser. Those of you who are still here are probably marvelling at how prodigious I am at stretching out the most trivial of things. Thank you. It’s my specialty.
Anyway, here’s what my shelf looks like now. First of all, here’s the two that started that whole upheaval, together, where they belong:
Here’s a view of the whole thing:
The ridiculous tower of black/grey books:
First and second shelf:
Fourth and third shelves:
Some Things I Did To Save Space:
Found out how many books Jane Austen can hold. (Spoiler alert: A LOT.)
Put books in front of books.
Stacked books this way:
This is one I was hesitant to do, because although it is hands down the most space-efficient way to store books, it also prevents you from seeing the spines. But I arranged the books around it so that I can still tell what books are there, so it works out.
You might be able to use some of these tips if you’re like me and have limited space but lots of books/aspirations of owning more books.
Have a lovely day!