I love books.
Not just the function of books. But real books with paper pages. And sometimes with beautiful photographs or sketches. Hard cover, paperback; that doesn't matter.. but BOOKS. Not books you read online, not even Kindle books. Books that smell like paper. Even some with a touch of mustiness... REAL books.
|Book chair by Alexander Love. You can buy it at etsy!|
At one time we had hundreds of books, actually we had several thousand books. My first husband and I were both book collectors; our first date included a trip to a used book store with thousands of cheap books. My ex-husband built bookshelves everywhere... We had library stacks in the basement, library stacks in the extra rooms on the third floor; the closets that we didn't need for clothing or storage were turned into floor-to-ceiling book shelves.
At one time I had these books pretty well organized. Fiction was in the basement, arranged alphabetically by author. Greek and Roman history were in the back room of the third floor. Psychology and philosophy were also in that back room.
When our son was born, we added more books. Books about pregnancy and child-rearing. Beautiful hard-covered picture books for children. When I returned to teaching, we added shelves of books about child development, education, and teaching.
Well, life changes.