As someone who scored seven new books for Christmas and has since purchased six more, and as someone who bought four bookshelves in the month of January alone, I could not resist getting this button from Cafe Press:
And since I've been obnoxiously and obsessively seeking out potential homes for my BFF in a desperate campaign to move her and her delightful family out west for waffles and bacon and general gemütlichkeit, I have been peeking at the interiors of many for-sale houses on-line. And they all seem so bare and strange. Then, I realized that nary a one I had viewed contained shelf after shelf after shelf of books. Weird, huh? Do people simply pack away their books when they place their houses on the market? Is it because books are so personal and revelatory that they cannot bear to parade them before the eyes of strangers? I'd like to think so; because, the alternative is too terrible to contemplate.
May your 2011 be filled with good books!