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Day 29 Book Photo Challenge: My Bookshelf

I took this as a good opportunity to up date the photo I have of my library. I have other large book shelves around the house but this is the main area where I read. There was at some time in the past some sort of order to the books but that has been left by the wayside.

When we moved in the shelves were already attached to the wall which meant that our original plan of making this room into a pool room couldn’t happen. Its called the library because that is what button on the air conditioning calls it. And I couldn’t have been more delighted.   

I have recently decided that books are magnificent and collecting them is just as important as reading them. What if one day there were no more books available? i need to have a sufficient stock pile. I used to feel really guilty about having 1 or 2 books unread and still wanting more but now I have a mighty need to have all the books I ever want to read. 

Me: I’m going to finish this book today

Mom: It’s five hundred pages and you just bought it

Me:

Mom: Umm….

Me:

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OMG!!! I just got home from school and found so many packages from Amazon! These books are going to be so amazing in our classroom, and teach so many great lessons.

A HUGE thank you to Jill, Tatum, Caitlin, Leah, Cathryn, Jenna, Lyuda, Lacey, Eliza, and Cassandra! You have made this teacher and a bunch of kids VERY happy.

I am not a person who likes to be touched casually, which means of course that I like it a great deal. Every little touch takes on great meaning—oh, I could catalog them all for you: the bus driver who offered his hand as I stepped down from the bus, his other hand hovering near but not touching the small of my back. My flirtatious college friend who could not keep her hands off of anyone, who flicked one restless finger on the back of my wrist, on my forearm. Handshakes. Because I am short, certain tall people cannot resist palming my head; one college boyfriend stroked my hair so often in the early days of our courtship that, crackling with static, I could have clung to the wall like a child’s balloon.
—  The Giant’s House by Elizabeth McCracken