Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Calling all book addicts
They say the first step to curing an addiction is admitting you have a problem. So okay - I'll say it. My bookshelves are out of control.
I was even going to take a picture of them for this blog post until I realized that you probably don't want to look at stacks of books next to shelved books next to half-opened books that are all together not very pretty but - believe it or not - organized to where I know exactly where everything is.
It's not like anything has changed recently. I've always had too many books. It used to be that whenever I'd need more room, I bought more shelves. But then we ran out of wall space in our bedroom. So I moved some books into boxes in my son's room. That worked out (mostly) unless I absolutely needed to read Pride and Prejudice at eleven o'clock at night, at which point I'd be shuffling through my sleeping son's closet with the teeny tiny key light that I got for free five years ago at a festival and it *still* works (go AT&T for your choice in flimsy plastic key lights). Thank goodness my son is a deep sleeper.
Anyhow, I have no more room in the boy child's closet (even a two-year-old needs room for a wardrobe) so I moved onto my daughter's closet. She has these high shelves that she can't reach anyway. We don't want them to go to waste, right?
Really, I was just being economical by stacking about a hundred or so books on her shelf. Forget that I didn't go through them for content. My bad, since last week I caught five-year-old Maddie "reading" an Ellora's Cave title called Manaconda. And yes, it had the naked guy backside with a big snake curled around it. Maddie claimed it was her "favorite" book about snakes. I was just glad the only words she knows how to spell are "cow" and "dog."
So what is a book addict to do? Short of letting go? What do you do when your bookshelves get out of control?