A very cool, very old Sherlock Holmes volume that my mom has had for forever.
It’s pretty much gotten to the point where if your URL says the word books in it, I follow you sight unseen.
I have a new disease. It’s called Addicted to Paperback Swap.
There’s no cure.
What could possibly be better than a library? It’s just rows and rows and rows of FREE BOOKS.
One of my life goals is to have a personal library so large that I need a ladder to reach some of the books.
My entire personal library is now alphabetized.
I’ve previously had things grouped by genre, whether it’s read or unread, and my own categorization system that only made sense to me (and that’s not entirely true.)
I think I’m going to like finding my own books like I would find them at a bookstore. After all, I have so many that I’ve yet to read that it’s more like my own personal bookstore than a library anyway.