Joel and I spent last Saturday dropping some not-so-serious cash at Ikea, buying furniture for our living room. I’m happy to report that it no longer resembles a cross between my bedroom at home and a college dorm room, and we’re really pleased with the result. While the two lamps we bought ended up being my favorite purchases, I can not overlook the most substantial addition: our three new bookshelves. Really, they’re beautiful. And now, combined with the two other bookshelves upstairs, I FINALLY have room for all my books, plus room to grow. This bookworm is finally content.
This shelf contains: my Stephen King collection (with room for more), LoTR, my TBR books, my favorite authors, and a general collection of books I love to read and recommend. Also, DVDs. The big space on the left will be the new home of my Harry Potter collection…once I buy them. The best part? Definitely the spotlights at the top
The office bookshelf: I can finally apportion part of this shelf for office/organization purposes, without feeling guilty for kicking off books. I was also able to take Joel’s textbooks out of the closet. This shelf holds the rest of my paperbacks (besides those by SK, or those I still need to read), my reference books and literary anthologies, and some random books that didn’t fit downstairs.
The bedroom shelf: The emptiest shelf, but where I plan to shuffle most of the overflow. I’m happy I also have a place to put my numerous photo albums and scrapbooks. The bedroom is where I plan to keep my smallish collection of YA books, as you can see on the middle shelf. I’m not a big reader of YA, and so while a few of these books are new (The Hunger Games, Along for the Ride…stuff I received at SPI), most of them are favorites from my own young adulthood. At some point in junior high, I donated nearly all my books to Goodwill, but kept my favorites: Ann Rinaldi historical fiction, Wonder by Rachel Vail, the Redwall series. I left my American Girl books and Dear America series at home, as I wanted to keep those safe for nostalgic/collectible reasons. As for the bottom shelf, well, let’s call that the reject shelf. The books I DIDN’T like. The books I don’t want people to see, or ask me about.
Now, the other day, Joel mentioned that we needed a piece of artwork for a bit of blank wall space downstairs. It just so happens to be adjacent to our new shelves, and I think this would be perfect: