I’m going in for a different kind of book organisation in this flat. What you see here (left, and yes, it’s still a work in progress) are the bookshelves in the living room, with their selection of ‘in good condition’ books. These are the kind with no loose pages to flutter to the floor when a chance visitor lifts one – the non-embarrassing books, in other words.
Then there’s the bookcase in the guest bedroom (aka son 1’s room when he’s here). It houses the books which are more or less whole – slightly yellowed, maybe, but possibly even more loved than the ones in the living room… Most of my children’s books are here, and many old crime novels too. My Ngaio Marsh collection, for instance.
Here we have the shelves in the main bedroom (which has turned into a bedroom/office room because the view is so much nicer…) These are the really scabby, embarrassing books, and the completely priceless ones too. Like my Chalet School collection, which is complete and contains both first editions and also well-read loose-leaf paperbacks.
The bookcase in the real office room (aka son 2’s room) hasn’t been started yet – it’ll contain my English-teaching material and any other books that don’t have a place. Yet. Four book boxes to go.
How do other people organise their books? I used to have most of mine together in the same room, in rows according to the author. This time I felt like a change. We’ll see how it goes.
And that brings us to THE END of the ‘moving house’ posts. Next week, we have a guest on the blog, talking about a very different kind of book, and the week after, I might have organised my own writing projects into something like a plan to talk about. Right now, I’m going to spend the next few days settling in here. And the view just gets better and better: