Today I am joined by Sue Ransom author of a Small Blue Thing ...
When I promised to do this post I thought it would be pretty straightforward- after all, my house is packed with books. But then checked out some of the other shelves which have been featured. At that point I very nearly pulled out because everyone else seems to be so neat! My shelves look as if a bomb has gone off in them. My excuse it that they are shared between the four of us: my husband and me, and our two teenage children. No-one but me remembers the filing system.
Our main shelves are in the upstairs corridor. The units are pretty deep, and because of the volume of books I have three or more layers of paperbacks on each shelf. A quick calculation gave me a total of nearly a thousand books in this set of shelves alone!
My daughter’s room is packed with all sorts of books but is so monumentally messy I don’t dare show you. It’s all hidden behind this door.
In the kitchen some art homework is wedged up against the most used cookbooks – there are boxes more in the garage.
Some of the big hardbacks and reference books are in the dining room, a space which is currently also being colonised by my son’s GCSE revision.
The coffee table-style books are in piles in the sitting room, waiting for us to buy a coffee table. They’ve been there some time.
There’s also the office which has loads of work-related reference books along with mountains of paperwork. I don’t dare show you that either. Other smaller piles of books litter the house, including a stack next to every bed and every loo. Finding a particular book can be a nightmare, and one day, when I have lots and lots of time, I’m going to file them all properly. Until then we’ll just have to go on living in book chaos.