Abe Lincoln speaking some truth right there.
When you step in my small but cozy apartment, the first thing you notice? The books.
There's a short but wide bookshelf to your right, under the the front window. It's my newest addition and one I'm particularly proud of--not only did I buy it new for half-price (thanks for closing, Office Depot down the road!), but I put it together 95% by myself. [Brett helped hold a piece while I screwed it into the base] And the shelf looks damn spiffy, if I do say so myself.
The next one is behind the loveseat. It's taller but skinny. It's technically Brett's, but I feel connected to it as well, because I was there when he got it and helped put it together.
Right next to that one is a plastic one, kind of like this one. I got it while in Herget, because I needed some way to give my desk more space. More for office supplies and that sort of thing. However, like a lot of my square-shaped furniture, it has become a bookshelf, save for one square that's holding my teaching materials box.
In the corner next to that one is a converted DVD shelf. My roommates from Brightside were leaving (I had taken over a sublease), and one of them was leaving the shelf. I was all, You're not taking that? She responded no and asked if I wanted it. I giddily took it off her hands (no exaggeration). It's held up pretty well.
The last and largest (at 6 ft.) is my baby. It was a graduation gift from Brett, and it's taken a bit of a beating between Brightside and here. But nothing a little wood glue couldn't fix. The best part is the top of it is stable enough to stack books upon as well.
If you've gotten this far, you're probably thinking, this girl is insane. Five bookshelves in one room? Does she have enough books to fill them?
The short answer? Yes. I actually have more books than shelf space.
A large portion of my books are in cardboard boxes still. The cardboard boxes were at one point in time all stacked atop one another to the side, serving as a makeshift book shelf. Surprisingly, it lasted until early last month (a year and a half) before toppling, and only the top ones fell.
Why so many books, you ask? Well, for a few reasons:
The main reason I keep my books though is they're a comfort. Put me in a place with tons of books, and I'm instantly at ease. While the way we read them and what we get from them changes, the books themselves stay the same. And there's a peace I get from that.
And I really really just like to read.
When you step in my small but cozy apartment, the first thing you notice? The books.
There's a short but wide bookshelf to your right, under the the front window. It's my newest addition and one I'm particularly proud of--not only did I buy it new for half-price (thanks for closing, Office Depot down the road!), but I put it together 95% by myself. [Brett helped hold a piece while I screwed it into the base] And the shelf looks damn spiffy, if I do say so myself.
The next one is behind the loveseat. It's taller but skinny. It's technically Brett's, but I feel connected to it as well, because I was there when he got it and helped put it together.
Right next to that one is a plastic one, kind of like this one. I got it while in Herget, because I needed some way to give my desk more space. More for office supplies and that sort of thing. However, like a lot of my square-shaped furniture, it has become a bookshelf, save for one square that's holding my teaching materials box.
In the corner next to that one is a converted DVD shelf. My roommates from Brightside were leaving (I had taken over a sublease), and one of them was leaving the shelf. I was all, You're not taking that? She responded no and asked if I wanted it. I giddily took it off her hands (no exaggeration). It's held up pretty well.
The last and largest (at 6 ft.) is my baby. It was a graduation gift from Brett, and it's taken a bit of a beating between Brightside and here. But nothing a little wood glue couldn't fix. The best part is the top of it is stable enough to stack books upon as well.
If you've gotten this far, you're probably thinking, this girl is insane. Five bookshelves in one room? Does she have enough books to fill them?
The short answer? Yes. I actually have more books than shelf space.
A large portion of my books are in cardboard boxes still. The cardboard boxes were at one point in time all stacked atop one another to the side, serving as a makeshift book shelf. Surprisingly, it lasted until early last month (a year and a half) before toppling, and only the top ones fell.
Why so many books, you ask? Well, for a few reasons:
- I have always, always, enjoyed reading. I was that kid that squealed at getting B&N gift cards at Christmas time.
- Problem of being a good reader is you usually fly through the books you do have fairly quickly. And while I did go to the local library as a kid, the Humphreys County library isn't large by any means.
- I can't pass up a good deal at a garage sale/book bazaar/thrift shop. Ever.
- I like to have the books I've read. I have memories tied to those books, so it's hard to part with them, even if I thought the story stunk.
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| Possibly a picture from my youth. |
The main reason I keep my books though is they're a comfort. Put me in a place with tons of books, and I'm instantly at ease. While the way we read them and what we get from them changes, the books themselves stay the same. And there's a peace I get from that.
And I really really just like to read.