And those shelves are much tidier than the ones in the public basement areas:
And if these are the ones that anyone coming to my house can see, you will just have to imagine how disastrous the ones in the non-public areas of the house look. (I do have pictures but I'd like to hang onto them and only share them once I've cleaned up the horrendous mess--which possibly means never.)
Maybe cleaning these up will be my fall/winter project, at least the publicly viewable ones. Then again, my daughter wants to move into her older brother's room now that he's gone off to college and he doesn't object so I might just be moving two rooms instead of doing book things!
This past week, I have traveled all over in my reading. I went to Naples, Florida in the 1960s as the members of the literary society there tried to stop development in the Everglades. I went to the beach in Newport, Rhode Island as a woman tries to meet men after her former fiance dumped her via Facebook. I went to Concord, Massachusetts and France as the youngest sister of Louisa May Alcott strives to be taken seriously as a painter. I went to Washington, DC and Boston and Providence, Rhode Island as two spelling bee champions meet, marry (maybe), and cross into and out of each others' lives for years. I am also still in the midst of St. Malo, France during WWII with a blind French girl and a German soldier who specializes in radios and in London and the woods with a survivalist father and the daughter he's taken into the woods with him. Where have your reading travels taken you this past week?