I sat down to catalog this summer’s accumulations for my book collections and realized I may need to buy a new bookcase.
This happened last summer (and I bought a new bookcase). Someday I’m going to wake up and realize I need to buy a new house.
Recent acquisitions from rare and used bookstores are on top of the table. Underneath are other books that have yet to find a home. (Note: these piles do not include new books published this summer that I acquired for reviewing purposes. Those are on another table.)
At this point, things are still relatively under control. Piles are neat, and nothing is on the floor. So I have a feeling mine is a mild case of book encroachment within a living space.
If you’ve got an overflow going on from your own book habit, please share your gentle madness. You can send a photo to bookcritic@wosu.org.
The Longest Chapter 