Books & Shoes
Last night I decided it was time again to rearrange the bookshelves, again overflowing after three months of new purchases. First I organized the books into categories: Fiction [unread], Fiction [started reading, but didn't finish], History, Art History, Poetry, Drama, Lit Theory and Criticism, Literary Journals, and the 'all-sorts'.
The Fiction [unread] was alphabetized by the author's last name, and filled four shelves. The History, Art History, and Lit Theory and Criticism filled another two. Poetry is sharing space with the fourth shelf of fiction [unread]. The drama books, including dozens of production scripts and several hefty Neil Simon collections are behind the Literary Journals.
The All-sorts have been given a luxury box under the bed along with those nasty poli-sci books.
Finally, the Fiction [started reading], is piled at the foot of my bookshelf.
Sarah Jessic Parker's character realizes in an episode of Sex in the City that she cannot afford a down payment on her condo because she has spent all her money on hundreds of shoes. For me, I think its books.
The Fiction [unread] was alphabetized by the author's last name, and filled four shelves. The History, Art History, and Lit Theory and Criticism filled another two. Poetry is sharing space with the fourth shelf of fiction [unread]. The drama books, including dozens of production scripts and several hefty Neil Simon collections are behind the Literary Journals.
The All-sorts have been given a luxury box under the bed along with those nasty poli-sci books.
Finally, the Fiction [started reading], is piled at the foot of my bookshelf.
Sarah Jessic Parker's character realizes in an episode of Sex in the City that she cannot afford a down payment on her condo because she has spent all her money on hundreds of shoes. For me, I think its books.
1 Comments:
I noticed you don't specify what sort of books fall into your All-Sorts section. Mine is chockablock with Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul and Everything I Needed to Know I Learned from My Dead Cat in Heaven-type fare, gifted to me by well-meaning but unsophisticated relatives.
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