The evening sunlight shines in on our new bookcase. For the first time ever, we've got more shelves than books. We've tidied our other book cases, gathered up piles of books from various rooms, and there's still room for more. It's also bringing out the hidden librarian in me (that was my second or third career choice when I was at school) so I am having fun sorting the books, putting the classic Penguins in order, deciding where to put the non-fiction and poetry sections, wondering what to do if we've got books by the same author in different imprints or worse still, in hardback and paperbacks.
Funny to think that all these books would fit on a Kindle. But there wouldn't be the same temptation to pick up a book, sit in the armchair, and browse through it. I know I'm going to dip into some books which I haven't looked at in years, will read the odd poem or two, and seek out photography tips.