it has come to the point where I spend more time making shelves than thinking about finding more books. I have never donated or given away (lending is avoided as its similar to “giving away”) a book so the storage issue is a large one. Funny how life changes – years ago I would have looked at gaps on another persons shelves with something akin to pity or sadness, yet now those gaps look like good planning. Curtailing the impulse to get more books is something that is not to be taken lightly, so I have build shelves. And more shelves. It has turned into a delight in itself.
I went about it in an organised fashion and by the time I needed to build shelves, I needed to pay more attention to building construction studies than carpentry. As I have typed elsewhere – imagine parking your car in the middle of your kitchen, filling it with people and serving dinner there. Would your floor take the weight? Books are the heaviest thing to find their way into the average house. I intend to type here about my learning and love of books and the place where they spend most of their time.