I have a large library by most normal standards

[amari_z]

This (with a few judicious alterations) could be me in about 25 years (if I’m not killed before then by a collapsing shelf). Not sure whether to laugh or cry.

Books are much more than container vessels for ideas. They are very nearly living things, or at least are more than the sum of their parts.

Comments

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I'm only not like that because I resist. And I live in an apartment. I do have things like an extensive collection of Edgar Rice Burroughs novels, even though I hated the only one I read.

I shelve my books by how long ago I decided I wanted to read them. My CDs are organized by artist and then chronologically, though.

[amari-z.livejournal.com]

I do try to resist, but that just means I don't buy as many as I want to. I also live in an apartment, and let's just say that I'm very creative in finding new ways to stick more books into a limited space. Unfortunately, as a result of frequent restuffing, I've ceased to have much of a pretense of a method to the madness.

(Luckily, I'm okay with CDs being stored away--everything is uploaded electronically and therefore there's not much of a need to find anything.)

[sasha-b.livejournal.com]

O.o

Surprisingly enough, his shelves remind me of your set up.

And if I had the space and more money, man. *cries* My sad bookshelves are creaking, and every piece of furniture I have that has space in it - ie. my sailor's trunk, my phone hutch, etc. has books in it.

So...yes, this could be you. *laughs*

[amari-z.livejournal.com]

It's always about space for me. Money does come into play, but mainly because it means I can't afford more space (and therefore I have no opportunity to spend myself into bankruptcy buying books). I actually have dreams where I move so that I can have more books. That's rather sad.

But it's probably a good thing that I live in the most expensive city in the country, or who knows what I might have accumulated if I had a few more square feet. (Or even a whole other room. Or, save us all, am entire house.)

I sometimes tell myself to get over it, that it's just material goods, and at the very least Don't Buy More Until You've Read The Ones You Already Have, For Pity's Sake. And that all my carefully accumulated volumes could just go up in flames (or be crushed by a crane), so stop it already. But that never seems to stick . . . .