Yesterday was a day I have been looking forward to for a while. A busy and tiring day certainly, but also an immensely productive one. A day made up of carrying and re-arranging. Of dusting and sorting. Of deciding what books I can't live without and those that I can. Of how they should be organised. Whether they should be arranged by fiction and non-fiction. By themes, colour or size. Alphabetically or by date of publication. A day where the piles of books in my bedroom were finally tackled and those worthy ones found a much more appropriate home on our newly installed shelves in the living room. Would you like to take a look?
I am very happy with my new bookcase and what a welcoming sight when you enter the room.
And as I was in an organising mood, I also tackled the other shelves around the house. Now my beloved Virago's are all in one place (although I suspect that two shelves is not going to be sufficient for long) ...
... and so are my non-fiction books.
Along the way I also started to weed out the books that I am unlikely to ever read, and those not good enough to read a second time. A hard task, as I am a hoarder, but something that needed to be done. Sorting through the piles has also made me fall in love with my collection again and to re-discover books that had been hiding forgotten in its depths. It has also made me realise just how many books I own and should hopefully keep me focused on my aim not to buy any more books this year. After that, I fear I may need a strict one in one out policy, but that is for another time, and for the moment I am just enjoying my newly organised collection.