The move has gone fairly well. Hope's bedroom, the living room, and the dining room are done. My room and the bathroom are nearly done. I've the kitchen and laundry room to clean and unpack today and Sam is hard at work fixing up his "man cave." The craft lair will be organized by the end of the week (hopefully).
I spent most of yesterday morning organizing the books. You can't imagine how badly I felt watching my dad, Sam, and a group of friends hauling in copier paper boxes full of books. I'm still not allowed to lift anything since I had earlier pregnancy problems. I watched as Hardy and Gaskell and Dickens and so many Viragos trickled in. I held off on the organizing and shelving until yesterday and then my wee bookish heart leaped with joy when I had a chance sort all the books.
Here's the breakdown:
Fiction and short story anthologies:
My owl menagerie,Viragos, Persephones, NYRBs, and non-fiction:
Okay, my Persephones and NYRBs are baby collections; hopefully they'll be growing this summer:
A close-up of the Virgos:
Sorry the top two photos are so blurry. I also forgot to take a picture of my tiny bookshelf in the bedroom. On the top shelf it has books on my TBR pile and the bottom shelf has library books.
The house really feels like home now that I have my books up. I simply can't understand folks who don't have books and bookshelves; it makes a home look naked and lacking.
Alright folks, that's enough for now. I'm off to finish unpacking the kitchen and then I'll spend the evening gazing at my bookshelves.