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.   


It’s World Book Day today. Here are some gifs and quotations about books that render what this tumblarian finds hard to express without becoming a flailing flibbertigibbet. 

There’s so much more to a book than just the reading - Maurice Sendak

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood –John Green

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favourite book - Marcel Proust

Beware of the person of one book –Thomas Aquinas

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go - Dr. Seuss

Apparently, there’s a lot of dressing up on World Book Day, so later I will be dressing up as a person going to the bookshop to buy a book. Then…I will buy a book. I’m very serious about my cosplay. 

Happy World Book Day everyone :)

Me: I’m going to finish this book today

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


Mom: Umm….


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